Ramz007
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crystail şunu yazdı:
thx
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Shad0w91 şunu yazdı:
thnx man!
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MARUH13 şunu yazdı:
hi! good taste :)
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Shad0w91 şunu yazdı:
sup man? Cool avy. Do u have a bigger size of it?
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PIMP-E şunu yazdı:
http://www.lastfm.fr/group/Coast+2+Coast
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likeyastyle şunu yazdı:
Nice taste;)
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AngryBlackGuy şunu yazdı:
Ramz007 be gettin them crackaz
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AtittudeG şunu yazdı:
shit im just kickn it whats good on your end
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AtittudeG şunu yazdı:
whats crackn
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zo55 şunu yazdı:
nice charts our compatibility super :P 2pac is a god!
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Yeah....Comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot,
black Air Force 2's and the White Sox...
fitted on my forehead, try me, go head.
I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on your forehead.
Yeah, it's the new king of everything,
and bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring.
Maybe it's how I pour that Patron,
maybe it's how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne.
Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone,
and I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch leave me alone.
And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone,
before I climb through his window like "Nigga I'm Home".
Runnin' the rock like OJ, nigga it's a throwback,
fuck a Aston Martin, show me where the stone fat.
Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold that,
the world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook cracck
You couldn't smell that crack comin' out that motherfucking Porsche truck.
I stop traffic with the rims that I'm sittin' on.
Them ain't high beams, bitch my wrist is on.
The same shit that Ludacris is on.
Disturbing the peace if my stash missing stones.
Yeah, count that work like a paycheck,
niggas couldn't play The Game in a tapedeck.
A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet.
That's how you get fucked, I practice safe sex,
and I take ya boy Curtis bitch with my tongue,
lick lick lick like Shawna and have her sprung.
Show her my inner-condom and have her sprung,
and put it all in her stomach and just UHH!!!
So roll that coke white carpet to the hood.
It's the Dope Boys reunion, the dress code's strictly,
white tee, Air Force 1's and some Dickies.
I'm from the city where the skinny niggas die.
Only birds and Nextels chirp in the sky.
And we ride for the letters on our fitted cap,
niggas hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it back!
That's for the gangstas, the hustlas, the ballas,
from Downtown LA to Uptown Harlem.
And D-Boy money ain't rain and it's stormin'.
So stop the music when the Champagne pouring.
And hold the glasses high,
and when a nigga ask you why, you tell 'em...


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