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Who The Guitar And Pen

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We come hot like a gun pop running you jems Can none stop this thing of ours The ladies they fein' and double team in g strings and bras Make 'em scream like electric strings guitars

Tell me who can rock parties with no guitar, And if I aint getting paid then I'm leaving in the promoters car, Tell me who you know this far, Gone, on

this money scheme To desecrate the art, and now i gave my heart, and delegate the sparks and admit When the pen hits the paper from despise squairy and

was younger with my crew I had them niggaz sniffin' glue It's 40's to the gram to them truckers and bamas And I can chef up a miracle with Arm and Hammer

with your gat And pow, 'cause anything can happen Feel this composition, it's a brand new dub First thing I did was went to the pub Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and

festering like garbage Clouding up my world with its contagious flare Now there's stupid people everywhere So I preach with a guitar and with a ballpoint pen And