Could we just get three minutes of your time, or take a second or two? See, when they ask you about the culture, tell them I know it This what you get when you mix Tony Hawk with Ice Cube, NWA, and the Bones Let me to them
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When you're the product of a and mama's prayers answered You don't even think You be "Let's go!" When they ask you about the culture, say "I it well"
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