they was told not to ride in patty's hearse and stay out of charles mansion
took abraham's lincoln through the tar bridge expansion willis reads a map that marked the
spot showing on his left george burns williams holding tara bank the money that shocker con
the poor alicia key this car for giving melbourne more for the red fox she bought off the block but
thought twice as deborah cox because she beat kelly's price when rosa parked the truck on the
farm at kim phil's linda tripped trying to walk in lawrence hills water dripped out of ferris
faucet in the glass she was super fly curtis may feel her chris talking to a show ted turner to a
robert dicks the beat but ain't feeling the flow but he signed fast
you
for half of johnny's cash knee along for the album to drop cameras flash tom sawyer at the
lucille ball up in the foyer confronting richard pride to hire him and his lawyer
shook snide he moved the rook off the board dom king was checked and al sharp didn't saw it
wetting cream i ain't wetting fame fame is the measure
this place where stars are born the saints marched in curtis blowing his horn
tom cooed the boulevard chris rocked the song
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time they pressed rewind to the beginning they toast to the rhyme the juice spilt on john's
linen he took it to elizabeth taylor the dry cleaner known same stress who was scheming on
al's green you know they shoot for the stars and buck wild like the kids in the yard who played
with james powell a beautician lace erica's bad dude sean combed through the evidence just to get
a cloak the needle in the haystack from out of earth's kit you were tiger would kill him once
thrown in brad's pit jesse owing the money for the bubba spark made his journey seem far as he
walked and did clocked he was a good kid he was a good kid he was a good kid he was a good kid he was

jesse's line stuck with a thorn from george bush paul pierced in the heart as the crowd pushed acting
alone drew Barrymore bones of the victims three blocks from jim's brownstone they shared the
same bowl he caught natalie's cold the producer threw the butter on ester's role nipsey russell
im down got his jaw wired in an instance and brooke shields him from the fire angie stoned
him to death
with those vocals keep sweat from the workout just from running local
just wetting cream i ain't waiting for fame
fame is the measure we theired we led by chance Jeff Davis raps life out of the beach on the


Raps the land, land, land
Place where stars are born
Larry's bird flew out of Nicolas Cage
Joe text messages from Satchel's page
Betty write letters with ink from Sean's pen
Infinite bars you couldn't tell where the song end
Klink hosting up to quickly dub the tapes
Richard Gere ripped while he was climbing
Bill Gates, he was a southerner
Posing as a native New Yorker
But Jason Kidd took his first steps in Jimmy's walker
He stayed online, chatting with rap celebs
Used Roni's back to search Veronica's web
It cost them their life for the advice she gave
Now Pete Rose lay on Vanessa's red grave
I'm wetting cream, I ain't wetting fame
Fame is the measure
Raps the land, land, land
Place where stars are born
I'm wetting cream, I ain't wetting fame
Fame is the measure
Raps the land, land, land
Place where stars are born
I ain't wetting fame