Throw your hands to the sky tonight
Not only had the fiend died
While i'm sayin' b.o.b's your uncle
I'm modest, and humble
Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya
Our history that they stole, africa
While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for
That my uncle todd and brother rod went to vancouver
He died on my 16 birthday,
What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray
Sure he died in 96 n
So we can live again
If i died would u miss me?
That's why i'm makin' money
And everything after nautilus ain't a beat
Dont you ever think once that ya better than uncle pete
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