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Da Band Too Hot For Tv

t know about all that) Aka America's Perfect Gentleman, the talented Mr. Bentley (Bentley!) Cheers to me, the honorary seventh member of the band (Alright

for love Ready'and I'm ready'for love So do you boy'do you want a taste' [VERSE 1] What I see when I look at you A rugged dude, but a gentleman too

Staff, Diddy himself [B:] Dophat [F:] Tracy [Sara:] don't even ask [D:] the namous [B:] phil, ally [City:] john press nigger [B:] we Da Band baby, Bad

my niggaz Yep, we Da Band Y'all niggaz ain't fucking with us Don't make me have to spend that bend and do a pull up Reach for that 10 that have you duckin

go and x that My eyes red against cyclops call me tha x man I think god just for every blessin though tha roads got tough thankz for every lesson I

pick up line, Im a PIMP so you can kiss where the sun don't shine. [Young City / Choppa] I pull up in that platinum buggy, club hot actin lovely in the

] We meant to be here [Babs] Big up Mysterious baby [Ness] Holla at cha' boy [Babs] Big up Walter, big up Jonessa [Fred] Alright, ya'll are in this motherfucker, wit Da Band

act a fool act irrasional the guard reach for the gun i had to blast the dude *gunshots* (Fuck it if you i blast him i'll blast him too Blow his ass to

[Helicopter wings spinning] [Babs] Yo..whatchu be....whatchu be doin.... whatchu be doin in New Orleans [Chopper] Chill..fuck hoes..and eat food..