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Masta Ace
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Alphabet Soup
Lyricist:Duval Clear, Domingo Padilla
Let's sing and learn About the letters of the alphabet
A son, how you B? Aiyo I'm chillin' And I C you D to go out And make a killin', but where E?
F that nigga he making G's on tour With H-Town doing shows overseas Yeah, I heard he DJ'd but stop hatin' okay? (I ain't hatin')
Smoke your L and chill the fuck out I found a way to get paid You know how I M, we gonna be N 'Cuz my cousin Tyriq said, to meet him about ten
Now that's that shit that I'm talking about So yo let me just take this leak and then we out O now you gotta P, well, hurry up it's quarter to And I just got this beep from son and that's the Q
R you ready? Hurry, I'll be in the S-10, Blazer Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Out front, he blowing up my pager Aiyo I hope this nigga's about getting cash 'Cuz mom's is about to evict my broke ass
Chill, my cousin's like the 2001 Mr. T Rock mad ice and platinum, watch you gonna see He pushin' a 600, with color TV in the visor And got more gadgets, than McGuire (Ooh)
We gonna make dough on the W ain't seen In your lifetime or my lifetime yo mad cream Oh shit, you seen that car that drove by? (Yeah)
Well, that was his X-hoe Lisa and that was Y He told us to drive through the hood and if we caught her Take back that 300-Z that he just bought her, so what's up Nigga I don't give a fuck, whatever we gotta do
We can take the bitch car, the money and jewels too Make this u-turn, we'll catch her at the light And get right, off of this quick jooks tonight I don't give a fuck
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