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Transit CopBoys out pushin' vinFriday night intimacy Going out the family boar Another dead through this door, listen Yo, yo, from the CIA, they're going Yo, yo, what an artist said, they're going Yo, yo, yo! Yo, yo, yo! Brad's off twisting a win And I can't afford to pay the feds And now I'm never late on Friday night By a transit cop looking to fight, he said Yo, yo, from the CIA, and I'm Yo, yo, what an artist said, they're going Yo, yo, yo! Yo, yo, yo! Don't hit fudging I'm Fucking stupid roll up fight Now I'd rather jump than pay But they're gonna book me anyway |
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