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Architects, damn boy
You lookin' like a star here, yeah, yeah
I really like your chain
The way you flossing boy
You changin' up the game
You must really love your bling
Got 'em trippin' off your bling
You stay pimpin' 'cause your bling
'Cause we crazy for your bling
Boy you got 'em going
Boy, why you always frontin'?
Actin' like you got it all
Didn't think I knew that
You ain't nuthin' but a fraud
Sorry I blew your cover
But you live with your mother
You try to come and holla
But you got no dollars

So where's the whip you driven?
Where's the condo and the dough?
Boy, you know, you lyin'
You and your silver pot of gold
Sorry I blew your cover
But you live with your mother
You try to come and holla
But you got no dollars
I really like your chain
The way you flossing boy
You changin' up the game
You must really love your bling
Got 'em trippin' off your bling
You stay pimpin' 'cause your bling
'Cause we crazy for your bling
Boy you got 'em going
Not tryna hurt your feelings
Really think you could be cool
If you stop believin'
that no ones as hot as you
For real though I ain't hatin'
Ruin your reputation
Let's go down to Canal street
I'll buy you your next piece
I really like your chain
The way you flossing boy
You changin' up the game
You must really love your bling
Got 'em trippin' off your bling
You stay pimpin' 'cause your bling
'Cause we crazy for your bling
Boy you got 'em going
Please forgive me honestly
But boy, I think its' pretty lame
'Cause if you wanna get with me
You gotta have more than a chain
I'm not tryna bring you down
Lemme tryna help you out
Just be real wit yours
'Cause that's what it's all about
I really like your chain
The way you flossing boy
You changin' up the game
You must really love your bling
Got 'em trippin' off your bling
You stay pimpin' 'cause your bling
'Cause we crazy for your bling
Boy you got 'em going

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CRANKDADDY Bio Haiku (Bioku) Donn and Tom chunka
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Dres and bass go boom _______________________ The Official Rather Lengthy CRANKDADDY Bio By day, they work behind desks. Four grown men engaged in the business of commerce, four tiny cogs in the grinding machinery of capitalism. But by night, they trade in their computers and cell phones for guitars, drums, and microphones – and proceed to rock so hard you’d think aneurisms were in the offing.

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