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| Hey, what are you doing here, and why are you wearing those colors? | |
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| I ain't out for thrillin' yo, I'm just out for chillin' with those who are willin'. | |
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| Oh, looks like we have a little momma's boy here! | |
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| My Momma and I happen to have a wiggidy, wiggidy whack relationship; I mean no harm if yours is an unhappy trip. | |
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| Hey, are you saying things about my mother? | |
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| I'm just doin' what's right; tryin' to keep it tight. Layin' my feet on this street just came with the beat. I apologize for our problem's sudden size. | |
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