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21:01 - speedhawk: hi sis
21:02 - tophaticate: hi sis
21:02 - spiike: hi sis
21:02 - noire: hi sis
Spike: ♥♥♥♥
It's kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G
But I - somehow, some way
Keep comin' up with funky-ass ♥♥♥♥ like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)
And make a few ends as (yeah) I breeze through
Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'
Cause my momma ain't home
I got ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ in the livin' room gettin' it on
And they ain't leavin' til six in the mornin'
So what you wanna do, ♥♥♥♥
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yea
So we gon' smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ bounce to this
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
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Guten Freunden schenkt man nen Panzer
"what the matter, boy, chicken?" said the man towering over me. he had white hair in a short, comb-over style, a very respectible beard, and a grotesque face that only a mother could love. it was none other than colonel sanders
"prepared to be fried, chicken boy. kentucky fried." colonel sanders kicked me in the stomach, and put his boot on my head, he was gradually pressing down harder and harder. i still had my head in the game, it was time to use it or lose it.
i mustered up all the strength and smashed colonel sanders in the face with my super starlight skyuppercut move. i hit him so hard, i sent him flying to saturn.
i looked at the sun setting on the horizion, and whispered to myself "im loving it"