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| Wow, mang, I'm glad we out of Cooba! Only now we got no money, mang! | |
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| Hey, you right mang! Less sell some drugs, mang! I know this guy, see, and he'll set us up mang! | |
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| Mang, this is fucking great, mang. We own, like, haff tha city mang. Selling drugs was a great thing, mang. I have this big house now, mang. | |
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| Yeah, mang, except I love your sister, mang. | |
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| (Note: This is not ashes but a pile of smoldering cocaine. THX, The Mgmt.) | |
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| SAY HALLO TO MAH LEETLE FREHND!!!! | |
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