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S O S

the streets because somewhere, someone is having a dance-off somewhere, someone is celebrating and it's five o clock, five o five o clock somewhere

Joe B Christina We're gonna take ya to the 80's I'ma hold you down though Look, you tired of the same old Chit-chat, lame sto's Mami's frame loc' make

it up the ass Go Johnny, go, go, go, go Tommy o-way-o Misfits twilight zone R A M O N E S, R A M O N E S, Ramones Bad boys then, bad boys now, good

back mother******* We fly high, no lie, you know this Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz We fly high, no lie, you know this Foreign rides, outside, it's

S.O.S, help us out Looks like we ain't gon' figure it out Lord, come down and help us out Send us an angel, help us out S.O.S, help us out Lookin' all

, he won't leave you anymore S.O.S. S.O.S. S.O.S. That crazy chick don't know who she is messing with Look in her eyes, she's mentally undressing him

Dont ya know Its Cali-O, Its Cali-O, Yeah This hit aint no joke, This here aint no joke Dont ya know, Sweet Cali-O Love it when I hit it, Cali-O Love

Where are those happy times - they seem so hard to find. I try to reach for you but you have closed your mind. Whatever happened to our love ? I wish

got your props Have y'all niggaz in the back say fuck the cops How it's all the same game, kid, yo in Queens and Watts Yo, it's gangsta, watch the gangsta