100 lyrics for "Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it, lock it, lock it"

We found our way and blocked it out Cry alone, and die alone Pray alone, and stay alone Drown out, the voice that breaks the silence And talks the joy out of everything You were found out and had to walk In darkness without the only thing you care about
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The square root of a kilo is me nigga We gon' have it locked Cause we the only thing to talk about If Michael Jackson came alive right now He'd ask you to smoke one for him So in his honor You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short Think you're Dee Brown,
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Stop snitchin', nigga stop snitchin' Ice Cube (yeah!) Callin' from a California state penitentiary (Let me out this motherfucker) We got over two million motherfuckers locked up (Let me out this motherfucker) Stop snitchin' Now how many MC's must get
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Run up the money, then count up the commas And go get the money lil' bitch (Money, lil' bitch) Hundred round drum on the Glock These bitches be suckin' and swallowin' dick I swear I can't trust 'em for shit (Trust 'em for shit) Know that's a dusty lil'
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Bring back what once was mine What once was mine Flower, gleam and glow Let your power shine Make the clock reverse Heal what has been hurt Change the Fates' design Save what has been lost
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On the day the wall came down They threw the locks onto the ground And with glasses as high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived The Ship of Fools had finally run aground Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight I dreamed you had left my
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If I had the chance to make one wish Every single moment would be like this Laying here baby, just me and you Yeah, and every day would be Sunday afternoon I swear it feels just like The clocks slow down for a while And the air tastes sweeter And
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Who needs remote control? From the Civic Hall Push a button You gotta work and you're late It's so grey in London town Panda car crawling around Here it comes Eleven o'clock
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You all know when we pullin' off the lot Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot Strapped with the glock, won't pull it out a lot But front, I'll make it pop Y'all don't do it how we do Niggas
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