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Aye, aye, so now I'm So-lo that I can see under the skirt of an ant So-lo that I don't get high no more when I "Geronimo!" I just go hit So-lo my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my friend So-lo that I can admit When I hear that another kid is shot by the popo