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Ghetto Lemonade. |
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Just his luck, Stuntin` Stas has a lemonade stand. |
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White-ass Cracker looking for somthing to Wet his whistle. |
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"Damn cracker, you must be straight Trippin`" Responds Stuntin` Stas. |
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"You wouldn't happen to know where I could find some lemonade, would you?" Asks the cracker. |
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You just don't get it Cracker. |
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"Sir, you do know thats an apple, not a lemon." |
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"This'll shut that cracker up." |
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"Drink up!" |
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"Jeah, keep walkin` cracka'." |
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"That can't be good.. But I like thems shoes." |
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Cracker down! Here come the thugs. |
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"Phat, wallet, shades, and shoes." |
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Stuntin' Stas' Lemonade stand, Killin crackers since `bout two hours ago. |
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