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B.E.A.T.
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Decapitated Orgasms
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Latitude
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Omni
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Possibly
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Say Intro
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Even
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Dope
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Got Dough
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Wow
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Sugar
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Plasma Avenue
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Latitude Tribute Mix
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Ten
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Afghanistan Dan's Skating Stand
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The Rock Rehab
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Generic B-Boy No. 5002
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Funky
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The Ocean
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Plazma Avenue (remix)
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The Rain
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Let The People Know
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Four Black Dudes
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Black Rushmore
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Kommunicator
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Instruments of the Trade (The Word)
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The Boostin Jam
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Funky (a cappella)
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Hey Young World
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from sorrow
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We Rock on
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Kissy Face
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Fugg That
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When The Silence Is Gone
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Plazma Avenue [Remix]
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Sextraterrestrial
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So Good
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Kinkynasti
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Fifth Degree
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Another Love Affair
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the last time
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bmw
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Sexual for Elizabeth
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Skin Huntin
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Sexual For Elizabeth (Instrumental)
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B Girl
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sapphire
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Plasma Avenue (Nujabes Remix)
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What Happens (Remix)
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Cerebral Attax
You got dough? (I got dough)
You got chicks? (I got chicks)
You got the whips? (All the whips)
When you play the game you got the chips?
You got scratch? (Big cheese)
You got scrill? (All the loot)
You cheesed up money? (Big bills)
You got stacks? (No doubt)
You got dough? (I got dough)
You on the move? (I'm on the move)
Are you a shaker? (I'm a shaker)
A money maker? (A money maker)
A risk taker? (A risk taker)
A heart breaker? (I heard 'em all man)
You want some more money? (I got grip)
You got stacks? (Hell yes)
I don't wanna blow my horn but it needs to be told
I had a scene to sit pretty by the time I got old
I got cheese but that doesn't mean I got soul
I got black power and a black bank roll
Stank chicks, they sweat my knot and I love 'em
I got cheese, now to bone 'em I don't have to drug 'em
I'm coolin', rock rulin', don't like glock pullin'
Block patrolin's played out, I'm yachtin' way out
When I contemplate I skip rocks across the pond
Bought a queue of you cats a plane with a yawn
No harm's inteded that means no foul
Cats with no dough, they got no style
I'm cheesed up, like grills for school meals
No one can test my cash dash appeal
I mean bubble glean lex loaded with amenities
Hold it, my bank account is bloated
It should be duly noted that a lotta cats are angry
Tryin' to spill the bills for thrills
And pockets get left stanky
Drinks all around, every weekend it's goin' down
At the bar where scud is browned in French booze
Floozies lose it
Chasin' bucks where coochie gets absurd at times
So I didn't wanna wait
Montego Bay, Tobago, or Monaco I gotta go escape the rush
My status is livin' plush, can't hear the fuss
Like loot jammin' the ears of the def
Russell Simmons, the women I get 'em believe I'm shorter than [???]
I met 'em on constant occasions
Due to big billies and they greenback motivations
You got dough? (I got dough)
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