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I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind but no matter where I go I see them same old hoes BRING DA BEAT c’mon, c’mon, c’mon HERE WE GO YEA! YEA! YEA! They be warin old clothes, exposin them busted *** toez in fishnet pantyhose They be standin in rowz, striking that silly old pose, workin them same two Joes So the rumor grows, and everybody knows, that her name is Rose, we know Rose blows DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE, YEA ! YEA! YEA! She got fired from LoweZ, ’cause she stole a garden hose, spent all the money at Moe’Z Yea - Moe’Z ** clothes and fishnet hose, down at 52nd and StrowZ, traffic really slows when she bends to expose, she get dirt on them knees, when she blows DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE YEA! YEA! YEA! AND THE COP SHOWZ UP, UP, UP, EVER’BODY UP, C’MON UP C’MON UP YEA! YEA! YEA! She putz the powder up her nose, didn’t pay the fine she owez, gives a discount to the bros Ever’body froze, then the streetlight glows, that’z the way it goes, for all them bimboz Same for the hoes, az it is for the bros, all the way from Melrose, to the Chicagos And it’s still the same for the Souix and them Navahos, UH? YEA! UH? YEA! SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY PEEPZ IN THE POCONOS YEA! YEA! YEA! I’M OUT… OUT ROLLLLLLLLLLIN’ ON THAT 8 MILE ROOOOAAAAD
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
OLD SCHOOL HOs
I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind but no matter where I go I see them same old hoes BRING DA BEAT c’mon, c’mon, c’mon HERE WE GO YEA! YEA! YEA! They be warin old clothes, exposin them busted *** toez in fishnet pantyhose They be standin in rowz, striking that silly old pose, workin them same two Joes So the rumor grows, and everybody knows, that her name is Rose, we know Rose blows DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE, YEA ! YEA! YEA! She got fired from LoweZ, ’cause she stole a garden hose, spent all the money at Moe’Z Yea - Moe’Z ** clothes and fishnet hose, down at 52nd and StrowZ, traffic really slows when she bends to expose, she get dirt on them knees, when she blows DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE YEA! YEA! YEA! AND THE COP SHOWZ UP, UP, UP, EVER’BODY UP, C’MON UP C’MON UP YEA! YEA! YEA! She putz the powder up her nose, didn’t pay the fine she owez, gives a discount to the bros Ever’body froze, then the streetlight glows, that’z the way it goes, for all them bimboz Same for the hoes, az it is for the bros, all the way from Melrose, to the Chicagos And it’s still the same for the Souix and them Navahos, UH? YEA! UH? YEA! SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY PEEPZ IN THE POCONOS YEA! YEA! YEA! I’M OUT… OUT ROLLLLLLLLLLIN’ ON THAT 8 MILE ROOOOAAAAD
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
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