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Trick Daddy The Children S Song

/">Testi Canzoni</a> And believe in love It'll show you the way, it'll show you the way That's right, uh-huh [Trick Daddy] God bless the souls

/">Testi Canzoni</a> And believe in love It'll show you the way, it'll show you the way That's right, uh-huh [Trick Daddy] God bless the souls

to fram OJ and beat the shit out of Rodney King Fibb's and all des story's be like history one month out the year hell (Trick Daddy) I was born amunch

I was, Skippin' education for the fun to run from the fuzz, '85, '86, crack cocaine was the crucifix, Lucifer's mix, another level of the Devil's tricks

Niggas Be On They Shit Most Niggas Stay Acting Hard That Dirty Ass Kid In The Yard Feet Black When His Daddy At The Club In A Throwback You Know That?s

And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill' And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) [

'em off I'm bout to deal with your issues while I get'cha right, c'mon [Chorus] w/ new Trick Daddy ad libs [Verse Two: Trick Daddy] Leave me your number

its gun by gun I ain't no saint either, I feel I'm even doing wrong By using whats in this chorus to get through this song [Chorus] [Trick Daddy] You

its gun by gun I ain't no saint either, I feel I'm even doing wrong By using whats in this chorus to get through this song [Chorus] [Trick Daddy] You