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Triple 8 Take Me Home

Road manager's the driver and myself plus 8 Other motherfuckers and their idio-sympatic 'Sop brought two-systems he's a video fanatic Sunspot got enough weed to give me

trying to find out what you want to do I think, I need to go home chill out, relax I think, you need to go with me and lay down and relax with me Naw

' pink I'm the reason that ya two rings are clear, yeah I'm the reason that ya earrings are square, you hear? Now, we take trips, casino's, lovely homes

my rap's liek gold, or precious gems While your rap's like an 8th full of beeners and stems Kid rock I love to sing Call me the king of pain, but my name

was gone, and I'm on my way home, My momma's going to get me, and I flee with (? ? ? ). She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb, We stop and

far as I can see Oh, sentimental me Sentimental me, sentimental me Here we go again, we may never change So you can call me Pollyanne --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shatter Prick of the pin, no blood on me

6, 7, 8, 9, 10 lou bega on a trip would all come in With a little bit of this and a little bit of that You can get what you see you can see what get And

to me. [Fred Casely] You get off! You touch me again, I'll put your lights out. [Roxie Hart] - Wait... [Fred Casely] - Your husband will be home soon

bitch ain't shit, 'cause a bitch ain't shit But a ho and trick on my dick Flip, let's take a trip to the Dogg Pound Fools tried to punk me when I was