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Nursin' home Where the ole heads roam Sippin' tea outta gold chalices and chrome Its seasoning, a seizin' king Cant hold em down But i cant leave Pick up the ball and start pitching Cant help help but fall in the kichen Bathroom mishaps Toilet misses Tweakin out and breakin dishes Nursin' 'em No problem They paralyzed Cant solve that That cath Stay emptied Rub lotion on yo' frail feet Keep on laughin' I ain' jokin' I can save So start chokin' Bring you back Wit dat cpr "Thats wack" I see you wont go far LOOOOOK Lil' girl Put on some clothes Lil' girl Whi' she out there in these streets Im makin' money runnin' game She think she got that beat Hoe a statistic not a name Think real hard bout what you sayin' When we older when we grown Take yo old ass to a shelter But take me to a home NURSE!!!!!!!!
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