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Bacon Brothers Don T Look Back

's always mo' (Owww!) Don't pull the thang out Unless you plan to bang (Bombs over Baghdad) (Yeah, yeah!) Don't even bang Unless you plan to hit something

you off on Manchester and Broadway, at half past five Since old people don't trust young niggaz none you gotta be disguised like a senior citizen Don't

me is you waitin' Sweet as carrot cake, fakin' plus you don't eat turkey bacon I don't get down like that, I don't get down neither Cuban Lin'x skeezer

She don't like bacon? Cool I'll give her sausage If it doesn't make sense, sense Don't make dollars, dollars Don't make money, money Don't make profits

So give us credit like you know you should If I don't look good, you don't look good I doubt it, baby, 'cause we're still most dominant But you don't

he said years won't do it tears won't do it and sitting down to drink a thousand beers won't do it tattoos won't do it and booze won't do it and puttin

't be getting So you start thinkin', then you start blinkin' A bride maid looks and thinks that you're winkin' She thinks you're kinda cute so she winks back

did he free us? Take a look around at the black man, see us Illiteracy rules They showin' cartoons in school They're way understaffed and I don't understand

silly bastard old woman A hundred miles back Who is probably the only person with good sense In this part of the country I still don't know what to