My bones are tired, Daddy
I don’t get enough sleep, I don’t eat as good as I should, Daddy
What’s that say about me?
Sometimes I sleep past noon, Daddy
Drink lots of black coffee and I smoke like a chimney
Yes, I left the refrigerator door half open, Daddy
What’s that say about me?
Sometimes I want to rip out your throat, Daddy
For all those things you said that were mean
Gonna make you just as vulnerable as I was, Daddy
What’s that say about me?
Sometimes I want to bash in your teeth, Daddy
Gonna use your tongue as a stamp
Gonna rip your heart out the way you did mine, Daddy
Go ahead and psychoanalyze that
‘Cause I’m your creation, I’m your love, Daddy
Grew up to be and do all those sick things you said I’d do
Well last night I saw you sneak out your window with your white hood,
Daddy
What’s that say about you?
I’m sloppy, what’s that say about you?
I’m messy, what’s that say about you?
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I promise the funk the whole funk and nothin’ but the funk…Yoooooohoo

Chorus: I be Da B-R-A-T the new lady wit dat shit ya can’t fuck wit (say 2x)

Verse 1:

Uh, fool sittin’ all fat brat tat tat tat (bitch and its like that)
Well let me lift you to the sky
Just climb aboard the B-R-A-T ride
Those with no love I stay about like GOD
Quick to pull ya trigga nigga quick to pull ya card
And it don’t stop and it don’t quit
In ninety-fo I be the sho shot shit
And in years to come shit ain’t gonna change
Sosodef, you know the name of the game
And those that say they don’t, nigga bitch please
Cuz, we be known for makin’ dem Geeees
Settin them swole, steady going gold
Whateva we release, whateva we unfold
So now you know in ninety-fo who’s the shit
And who’s got the shit dat you just can’t fuck wit

Chorus

Verse 2:

Well yo, I ain’t no joke never have never will be
Down your whole block you can feel me
All I do is keep fucking it up
The doper my shit the bigger my come up
Now tell me have you ever heard a female vocalist
Swift like this that kick shit like this?
I don’t think so, I don’t think you know
No hoe that can flow like I flow
And plus if you like it rough and rugged then you love it
Play it say it day to day you never ever get enough of it (WOOOOOOO)
Ain’t I ridiculous its dat bad mamma jamma
Like hammer you can’t touch this
(Don’t fuck wit) My shit (nor) my click
(Don’t even trip) Cuz you bound to get split….Biiitch
Ain’t no thang ain’t no thang
For me to put it down and make you motherfuckas swang

Bridge: Di di di dah di di di dah di day
All you suckas anxious won’t you please come out and play (say 2x)

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[Noreaga]
It was, four in the mornin got a call on the cell
What the hell, you niggaz just shot at?
Yo they missed her, blazed most fired pistols
Now it’s our turn, to play calypsos
Yo, me and you, meet me by the two
A war goin on, that’s involvin the crews
Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John’s
I wish my nigga was home, the black Fonz
Yo we rock charms as big as Vegas
Different crews of different size try to player hate us
Top of the league like Bulls and y’all cats is Lakers
Trash since Magic left, but he was the greatest
Aiyyo we call Shan, yo Shan peace God
You and Maze got the info?
Them cats that tried to shoot Moose’s hitmen yo?
A nigga named Ricky, from the Bronx, cold wop city
Thugged out, shoot his gat mad sickly
I laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them niggaz my click, we three amigos — they said
that they knew the cat, exactly where he live at
And when I get there, just blaze God and don’t look back
Cause Ricky got no kids and no wifey
So when I get there God it’s like more than likely
There’s Ricky like Ricardo, plus Renaldo
So when I get there, take the coat, plus the cargo, what?

Chorus: Maze

We strong-arm, blazin firearm long kong
When the beef come niggaz storm on
(repeat 2X)

[Noreaga]
Yo like a day pass, I’m bandana’d up with a mask
Just shot up the whole spot, crib to grass
Pissed in his toilet, on his walls, in his halls
Cut Ricky from his neck to his balls
Anyone can bust a gun and stab a nigga is real
Cause you gotta have the guts for the way that it feels
Word got back, them niggaz said Ricky a rat
All that, coke we took yea we cooked the crack
The police don’t really want us, they want the coke back
It’s impossible, just ask the word by the hospital
Across from the mall right in Hoffman Park
It’s in tennis bags, guarded by a hundred Iraqs
Yo we swerve low, beside the Jake, there go, Roberto
The brother of Ricky, he ‘posed to be wild, it’s gettin deep
How he knew where I’m at, how he knew how I eat?
The fools pulled out, no doubt, Roberto grabbed the sick ?
We hit the spot, then we hopped in the whips
Now it’s a chase on the highway, the L-I-E’s
Yo them fools ?, niggaz drive by me
Iraq banner, not he, ? aqui

Chorus

[Noreaga]
Aiyyo we just crashed into the pole, now we roll
another Dutchie, calm down and stroll
on foot, my whole click, got control
of the whole output, now we roll
Yo any nigga be a man for a minute y’know
Then he, turn around once he know you got dough
It’s like a cycle, that read psycho, man in the mirror
like Michael, my whole click down to snipe you
Since then, Roberto had beef, with melanin men
Every nigga he hate, was darker than him
Older niggaz than him, stay buggin on him
Tellin him he weak, he ain’t touch my skin
But once again CNN prevail, tho-rough
Cause even the G-est don’t really understand Hell
I did this, from Iraq, to livin the cell
So y’all niggaz know, what? Meet you back in Hell what?

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[Lord Infamous] Intro
Uh- uhh, the Three 6 Mafia.
Loungin’ in the studio.
Finna’ give y’all a little demonstration
of how we kick it here in the M-town
Finna’ drop somethin’ like this……

[DJ Paul]
See in Memphis, them playaz be kind of like laid back
In some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack, I’m blowin’ the pack
Hittin’ the park about three, sometimes a little later
The last day of the week and they couldn’t any greater
They leavin’ the park and hittin’ the South Park strip. RIDE
The South Gatin’ skatin’ ring later on that night
We in the lot bumpin’ our underground rap tapes
Paul and Juicy part 2, and for another one, hey just couldn’t wait
We back at the crib sweatin’ into the room
W-30’s as (?) in every scenes we use
Straight from the 4 track, two and simple cassette
That’s through a pimpsta’s mode.
Now it’s time to hit the stereos stores and collect
We at the club Friday’s and Saturday’s special request made
Me and Juice Man hit the tables, scooped the Scarecrow off the stage
Bangin’ so bunk, there some fools always gotta start a fight
They usually made us close up early that night, In Da Summa. In Da Summa

(Chorus)
Pimpin’ my grooves, We got to ride
Ridin’ through the door with my homies gettin’ smoked out. In Da Summa.(4x)

[Koopsta Knicca]
Drunk off red dog, as we bump through the mystic fog
Me, Scarecrow, Crunchy, Skinny G, and all my bothaz call
Fly got his mind in the sky as we chiefin’ blunts
Black Glocks that’s in the ride fiendin’ for a homicide
Some Tanqueray grab my yey mess with little (?)
That’s how we always did it since I was a troubled kid
But we don’t stop cuz our heart is pumpin’ blood like thunder
No man up in the trauma, head is broken In Da Summa

[Lord Infamous]
Some of the Scarecrow want the ceremony till the sun sets me ease
Until the night fall breeze
Rise up to the darkness, listen close to noises in the streets
Grab my Uzi up Indonesia, 6 fill need my breeze
Don’t want me black khaki slacks and me black t-shirt
And my automatic gats in case I had to dig up a plot of dirt
Then hit Paul up on his home
Tell him to bring his slow ass on
So we can hit the honey comb before the ganja’s gone, Da Summa

(Chorus 4x)

[Juicy J]
Pass to little J, Koop. Then let’s take a ride and shoot
To the high school, North Side where the playaz rule
I’m scopin’ all the freaks, with some weave and a sexy switch.
“Can I get ya numba”

[Gangsta Boo] “I gotta man”

[Juicy J]
Well I’m a holla trick
Ballin down violent time, one time on my mind
If they pull me over I be hopin’ they don’t find the line
Made enough from evergreen to holla at Blac and Cam
Chiefin’ on the blunts in the alley slangin’ balla’, yeah
Couldn’t forget my roadie big Kurt, Swally, and Dion
Project Pat and the (?) shootin’ teflon
Just a few homies who I grew up in the hood with me
And the ones in Orange Blossom (?) University. Yeah
It’s gettin’ late and I’m ballin’ down Elvis street
Blowin’ my horn tryin’ to get this girl attention in front of me
Cuz everyday I’m out there tryin’ to get a freak number
Thats how the Juice is….In Da Summa

(Chorus 4x)

[DJ Paul] Outro
That’s how we do it
So that’s how it is
The Three 6 Mafia in the house for the ’95
Straight from the M-town The Juice, DJ Paul, Lord Infamous the Scarecrow
The Koopsta Knicca, and Crunchy Black
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[We call it the train!]
(Oooooooh, here come that train!)

Chorus:
Engine engine 69, headed down the party line
And if that train go off the track,
Then you know that party sho’ nuff bite
So don’t miss that train, baby!
So don’t miss that train!

69 doin’ it one mo’ time, so come on, ride that thang, baby!
Verse 1
THRILL DA PLAYA:
All aboard, all ya ladies, just work it on down
Get ya pass for the party train that’s on the way to your town
And don’t be shame-faced, baby, ’cause it ain’t no thang
I won’t tell if you won’t tell that you done rode the train
ROTTWEILER:
So don’t try to act like you don’t know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
It’s plenty of guys so you can bring some friends to help you out
And it’s a real LONG line, uh, so I hope you can hang
And if you come it’s gon’ be fun, yo, so don’t miss that tr-ain!

Bridge 1:
(I think I can) I know you can
(I think I can) Girl, I’m sure you can
(I think I can) Matter fact, I know you can
It’s a round-trip ticket to Ding-a-Ling Land!

Chorus

Like I said, pimpin’ ain’t dead, come on, ride that thang, baby!

Bridge 2:
(Oooooooh, here come that train!) You betta not miss it, baby!
(Oooooooh, here come that train!) Betta get yo’ ticket, baby!
(Oooooooh, here come that train!) And don’t be actin’ ashamed!
(Oooooooh, here come that train!) Here come dat party train!

Verse 2
THRILL DA PLAYA:
Come on, come on, come on, come on, hey, don’t miss that train!
It’s 69, it’s party time, and oh yeah, we got them chicken wings!
We got that Parignon too, and much hors d’ourves
And long spicy sausages, so ladies, come get served!
ROTTWEILER:
So get to the party, baby, uh, ’cause this gon’ be hype
Get your bags, that gin n’ juice, and wait by the railroad track
So ladies, bring your friends, and please make sure they’re fine
And hurry up, ’cause I’d hate to see you miss Engine 69, uh!

Bridge 1

Chorus

Like I said, the party ain’t dead, come on and ride that thang, baby!
Bridge 2

Verse 3
THRILL DA PLAYA:
Hey now, lil’ roadie, uh, all the way to the end
Get on the train and shake that thang, 69 comin’ one mo’ gen
Put on some boots, some skin-tight Dukes, uh, and get wild and loose
If ain’t no room in your freight compartment,
There’s room in my caboose!
ROTTWEILER:
So just be ready to go, ba-by, when we come to your town
I wanna put this choo-choo in yo’ poo-poo, and work it on down
‘Cause it’s much faster than Greyhound,
And a whole lot cheaper than a plane
So get on the tracks, put a Hump N’ Ya Back, uhh,
And get on this SOULLLLLLLLL TRAIN!

[2x]
So don’t miss that train, baby! Don’t miss that train!
Like I said, pimpin’ ain’t dead,
these girls aren’t even scared to give head!

[Sung]
Don’t miss that train! Don’t miss that weenie train!
{Hey, true dat, true dat!}
Don’t miss that train! Don’t miss that weenie train!
{We servin’ gravy train!}
Don’t miss that train! Don’t miss that weenie train!
{All aboard the weenie train!}
Don’t miss that train! Don’t miss that weenie train!
{And don’t be actin’ ashamed!}

(Oooooooh, here come that train!)

Bridge 2

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Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da

(Yeah y’all, it’s like that y’all, it’s like “Bet Your Life”)
{sample repeated in song}

Yeah
It’s like rolling in a Bronco pumpin’ them pumps
U know what I’m sayin’?
On Broadway or somethin’, U know what I’m sayin’?
Yo yo, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey yo, call the paddywagon, I’ve seen a black boy cash stackin’
Smirk on my face screamin’, “Fuck the Grand Dragon”
4 the fast cash, we be thinkin’ 2 slow
Clownin’ each others on the damn talk shows
I don’t wanna house but I gotta stick and rob
I got a disease, it’s called “Can’t find a job”
Smokin’ on the herbs help me see a little better
Lookin’ 4 a job in this cold ass weather

Watch out, I’m tryin’ 2 get my shit 2gether (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Yeah – da, da, da, da (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
(Gotta keep it goin’, gotta keep it goin’)
It’s been kinda lonely (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Da, da, da, da (Da, da, da, da, da, da)
(Gotta keep it goin’, gotta keep it goin’)

Hey yo, as soon as I come home, I’m stressed by my mama
Questionin’ my whereabouts like I’m the Unabomber
Question mark, comma, freeze all the drama
Intensive care flows 4 all U hos smacked with trauma
As I sit back with my blunt and gin
Grab a pen, write a song about a million black men
Tryin’ 2 blame all this violence on gangs
What about those fools who kill 4 nothin’ and hijack planes?
(Let me hear U…)

Get your shit 2gether (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Da, da, da, da (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
(Gotta keep it goin’, gotta keep it goin’)
Da, da, da, da (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Da, da, da, da (Da, da, da, da, da, da)
(Gotta keep it goin’, gotta keep it goin’)

Yo, I’m goin’ 4 the gold like a olympic sprinter
Fuck the bullshit, steaks 4 dinner this winter
Yo, I’ve seen a murder scene that left a fool scarred
Plus I saw a prisonyard way before a schoolyard
Time’s rough plus time’s runnin’ out
My mom said if I trip one more time, I’m gettin’ kicked out
And I ain’t tryin’ 2 make excuses
But lookin’ 4 a job in the ghetto is fuckin’ useless (Let me hear U sing)

Get your shit 2gether, straight up (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Yeah, uh – da, da, da, da (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
(Let me hear U sing)
Da, da, da, da (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Da, da, da, da (Da, da, da, da, da, da)

Ask yourself your destination
What the source of your inspiration be
And U will find a spirit tryin’ 2 get back 2 the mind
How U was in your mama’s belly
Live and let live was the order of the day
What U say?
Loving one another is the only way!

Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
If U believe in one thing, if U believe in 2 things
(Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
If U believe in anything then let me hear U sing
“Da, da, da, da, da, da, da”
Keep on believin’ (Da, da, da, da, da, da)
Lord

(Yeah y’all, it’s like that y’all, it’s like “Bet Your Life”)
(Yeah y’all)
(Come on)
(Yeah y’all) {x2}
(It’s like “Bet Your Life”)
(Yeah y’all, it’s like “Bet Your Life”) {x3}
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I was a kid, you were my dad
I didn’t always understand
I wanted freedom, you got mad
You were concerned, I got upset
I didn’t recognize you yet

And did you cry, I know I did
When I lied to you
I didn’t want to hurt you
I just never knew I did

You never told me that you loved me
I know you didn’t know how
I guess that shows we’re much the same
‘Cause I love you too and until now
I’ve never said those words out loud
I hope you’re proud
To be my dad…

What are your secrets, do you pray
Is there a god that shows your way
I wish I knew…
Do you have crazy fantasies
What happens in your dreams
I want to know…

I guess you’ll always be a mystery to me
But you taught me how to value life
And what else do I need
I have a dad who watches over me
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I went home, I was feeling so alone.
I know I’ve been late, It was my mistake.
I went in my room, and I sat there in the gloom.
I know I’ve been bad, I know he’ll be mad.


And I hear him coming, down the hall.
And there’s nowhere to go, nowhere at all.
I’ve been had. It was my mistake.
He opens the door, and his eyes are full of hate.


DAD NO! DAD, LEAVE ME ALONE! DAD LET ME GO, PLEASE?! PLEASE!
DAD NO! DAD, LEAVE ME ALONE! OH MY GOD! NO!! NO!!!!



My mom comes rushing in, she cries “Oh, Please don’t hurt him.”
Dad gives her a kick, and he slaps her around a bit.
He says; “SHUT UP, YA BITCH! SHUT UP YA BITCH!
OR I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL KILL YOU! SHUT UP, OR I’LL KILL YOU!


Dad keeps hitting her face, and there’s blood all over the place.
I said “Please Dad, please, it was my mistake.”
I’m the one that’s bad! I’m the one that’s bad!
No, don’t hit her Dad. Don’t hit her, Dad!


DAD NO! DAD, LEAVE MOM ALONE! DAD LET HER GO, PLEASE?! PLEASE!
DAD NO! DAD, LEAVE MOM ALONE! OH MY GOD! NO!! NO!!!!






He went into my sister’s room, and he locked the door.
He said “I hate you, but I love you more.
I heard her crying, as the lights went out.
I heard her scream, I had to shout.


DAD NO! DAD, LEAVE HER ALONE! DAD LET HER GO, PLEASE?! PLEASE!
DAD NO! DAD, LEAVE HER ALONE! OH MY GOD! NO!! NO!!!!


I’m seriously considering leaving home.
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[Chorus: TQ]
All I ever wanted to do was be da man
Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam
But the dirty streets in the city won’t let me go (let me go, let me go)

All I ever wanted to do was be da man
Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam
But quarter ki’s make G’s that’s all i know (all i know, all i know)

[Trick Daddy]
A hit of crack frock could get ya fucked up
A ki of coke could get you rich
but too much of this shit can get you stuck up
That’s why it’s best to deal wit a nigga that you know and chill wit
Case he flip the script, you know where he live at
Plus, the game don’ came a long way
Yeah we don’ lost a lot of niggas that was speedin down the wrong way
See these days these niggas squeeze triggas quicker than yo boys
Cuz they got guns bigger than yours
Plus ain’t not more coppin out
You either ridin or tellin, if you ride then you ride forever
Born the son of a straight killa
Raised by a strong woman, I’ll ride for my homies
So, can a nigga get a boooonnnd
Or do another nigga have to come along and raise my daughter……son
Your Honor, answer this question and be honest
If you lock me up for the summer will you support my momma?

[Chorus]

[Baby]
Ay ay, move on over (wooooo)
I sit and took over
2 clips, the AK holder
Brick taped to my bitch
Strapped on her shoulder
Raw grams in the trunk of a jag
Hard ounces stashed in my cadillac dash
It’s drought season daddy, we huntin for riches
We fly like birds go divin for fishes
A known deep boy, the #1 Stunna
Got a hundred brick stash in the back of the Hummer
But on my block, a old tymer got shot
I didn’t wanna do it but he was holdin my spot
I’m shittin on niggas, grandma got grams
She gave me a revolver, automatics get jammed
I’m *Hood Rich* nigga one feet in the sand
I’m one of a few niggas that beat the man

[Chorus]

[Mannie Fresh]
See, check it out, the dope game is a mother fucker, young man
I bet you yo lil ass ain’t even got a gun man
You in the game now you know what you don’ done man?
“Yeah, bruh but i gotta feed my son man”
A cutlass supreme, still a young nigga’s dream
A solid lil bitch with a whole lot of cream
Well lil one looky here, who you scorin from?
Look, this some shit that’ll leave a nigga body numb
Take that, the comeback is incredible
Get caught, then nigga it’s federal
By the way, don’t say no mother fuckin names
You listenin to me? Don’t play no mother fuckin games
You know the rules of this shit
Fuck around and be one dead bitch
It’s money and the power
Every second every hour
From sco’ to the flo’
Bakin soda to the flour

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Intro:
[Outside a dance club. The “Tootsee Roll” beat is boomin’ inside.]
MAN: What’s up, baby? They done had that last call for alcohol and
everything, what’s up, you gon’ come back to the ‘mote with me or what?
WOMAN: But what about yo’ girlfriend? She s’posed to be my friend.
MAN: Come on, come on, baby, don’t worry ’bout her, I mean we can leave
here, go get something to eat. You hungry?
WOMAN: Mmm … yeah … I’m hungry a lil’ bit. I just …
MAN: Hey, you can bring your friends if you want, I got my boys back at
the hotel … so what you gon’ do?
WOMAN: (sigh) You really gon’ pay my phone bill?
– – – – – – –
{Ooooh, I got a winner! I think I got a winner!}
Uh! Uh! Ahh baby, here we go now!

Verse 1: Thrill Pa Dlaya
Hey baby doll, what’s up? ‘Scuse the mood, I’m a lil’ bit bored
And normally, I don’t try to take girls home after the club
But you got that flavor ride, and I’m kinda hungry
Not only that, strictly by myself, sometimes I tend to get lonely
So let’s find this camp, and get a lil’ something to eat
Get back to the ‘mote and kick off them shoes so I can rub them feet
And we both dogs, baby, so we ain’t got to joke
If you’re down, I’ll get to the car and we can head to the ‘mote!

Chorus (2x):
{Let’s go to the motel, let’s go to the ‘mote
I won’t tell if you don’t tell!}
Jay-Ski:
{Let’s go to the motel!} Girl, don’t have no shame!
{I won’t tell if you don’t tell!} How you’ll be gettin’ that pocket
change!
{Let’s go to the motel!} Girl, you know the deal!
{I won’t tell if you don’t tell!} How you’ll be payin’ that phone bill!
Verse 2: The Rottweiler
It’s the last call for alcohol, baby, so let’s leave the club
I wanna get in the tub and rub-a-dub, ’cause I’m in the mood for lo-ove …
You wanted barbecue or mildew, girl, so what you wanna do?
We can go to the Hilton, Motel 6 or get a room at the Peek-A-Boo, uh
So eat your Wheaties, sweetie, and yo, you can best believe
Bring your toothbrush, a fresh pair of panties, yo, and that’s all you need
So let’s keep it a G thang, (?), uhh, and please don’t go tell
That you’re makin’ noise with the 69 Boyz, so let’s go to the motel, uhh!

Chorus

Jay-Ski:
{Let’s go to the motel!} And we can have some fun!
{I won’t tell if you don’t tell!} How you’ll be gettin’ them braids done!
{Let’s go to the motel!} Girl, don’t try to shine!
{I won’t tell if you don’t tell!} Where you workin’ part time!

{Ho-tel, mo-tel, I won’t tell if you don’t tell!} (4x)
{Ooooh, I got a winner! I think I got a winner!} (4x)

Verse 3: Thrill Da Playa
Don’t holler ’bout, I don’t know ya, and you don’t know me
‘Cause if your booty big, then I’ma learn to dig your personality
I’m real, though; I ain’t fake, heyyy, I want them skins
And you can bring your big booty buddies too;
I got a motel full of friends:
Danny, Tony T, Lemonhead, A.B., Daddy Black and Jay
You got three more friends?
Well, I do too: the Rottweiler, Rico and DJ M.A.!
We got rooms at the 6, so let’s handle our business
Find this camp and go to the ‘mote so I can rub-a-dub that Guinness!

{I got a trick! A treat!} (8x)
{Ooooh, I got a winner! I think I got a winner!} (4x)

Chorus

Jay-Ski:
{Let’s go to the motel!} Girl, you know the time!
{I won’t tell if you don’t tell!} It’s better than waitin’ in that welfare
line!
{Let’s go to the motel!} Girl, it ain’t gon’ hurt!
{I won’t tell if you don’t tell!} How you got that dual invert!
Yeah baby! Here we go, come on, come on, here we go, baby!
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