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Taking my grandparents to a concert

This. Is an ode to Hip Hop to Bob Sop and Rob Top. You flop mop the back drop And sweep the front shack shop. "I CAN'T HEAR SHIT" Well. Listen up gramps and stop licking those stamps cuz I got a bit more for ya then this sweet little dance. Lemme tell you a story of a few men who gotta bit more then glory. We got 2-PAC, wutang, and snoop Dogg with a ciggie. Eazy-E, Jay Z, Eminem and Biggie Outkast to outlast 2000? I mean really. Ice cube and Cool J won't keep it too hot. Need a shot for the cold you just caught? il throw you a deal- 50 Cent, and dr. Dre? He's yours, all yours but just for the day. Run Dmc, busta rhymes, slick rick, and tech nine Oh! And a tribe called quest. Alright. Ok. Il give it a rest. Dear gramps. Dear grams. Just want you to know these men- they're the best. Now let's go to the show!
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tiffany-merkel
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Feb 14, 2017
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