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The Damned Neat Neat Neat

Neat neat neat, she can't afford a gun at all Neat neat neat, she can't afford a cannon Neat neat neat, she can't afford a gun at all Neat neat neat Neat neat neat

then I hear this call I said Neat Neat Neat She can't afford a cannon Neat Neat Neat She can't afford a gun at all Neat Neat Neat She can't afford a cannon Neat Neat Neat

White houses in neat little rows Contrasting against the sky Tumble down black shacks over the tracks Children so hungry they could cry The chrome the

my gut I'm feelin' high I wanna buy, Want a bag I know Lil Nam he got his beeper G Meetin' up wid them damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily Fab went

I made it from a flyer to the Forbes, (see me) Young Elvis Freshly, yes he flyer than the store, Dropping babys out and your chicks cheek, kicks neat,

lead the band onto the field with their cigarettes Bang, bang, bang, she's a cleaning freak She scrubs the surface until it's sparkling Neat, neat, neat

your body from the left to the right Cause you know your lookin good tonight for sure Wave yuh hand cau yuh don't give a damn Girl mek noise cau yuh

' my back, I don't hang with the hat pack, bang Yo, I'm runnin' silent, solo black Sleek neat creepin' gangk peepin', oh Known to put a damn fool to

actin hard, not fraud comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe comin through the boulevard can't rock 'n roll I never gave a damn