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Sweet California
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Hell to the No (Live)
I met a guy on Friday night A geezer in a suit 'n' tie Well, he was slick and self-assured And never cared that I was bored I met a guy on Friday night (I hear you sing) I went 'Alright!' I'm serious, a celebrity!
I asked him 'Are you joking?' I asked him 'Are you high?' What kinda smack you smoke in? That old professor pipe? And then I saw the devil He goes 'I'm on the level' And I went through the roof
I told him 'Hell...' I told him 'Hell to the no' I told him 'Hell...' I told him 'Hell to the no' You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul
Of course I wouldn't buy the hype He promised me the world and got a fight He wanted me to join him for a drink And got it there before my mind could think He told me I was funny, told me he was sure That once I'd tasted money I would beg for more And then I saw right through him Then I saw the trap He really though I'd do him! Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Until he felt a slap
I told him 'Hell...' I told him 'Hell to the no' I told him 'Hell...' I told him 'Hell to the no' You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul
I met a guy on Friday night He offered me the stars to take a ride Told me if I'd only treat him good I would get a limo right outta the hood Oh yeah, oh yeaaahhh, ohhh... Guess what I told that no-account sumbitch'
I told him 'Hell...' I told him 'Hell to the no' I told him 'Hell...' I told him 'Hell to the no' You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul
I told him 'Hell...' I told him 'Hell to the no' I told him 'Hell...' I told him 'Hell to the no' You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul
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