The King's blog: "Lyrics"

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1:]
Shawty badder than a 3 year old
keep playing and imma eat her like a pita roll
Im just sayin with my love I could feed her soul
two day getaway and we dont need our clothes
we at the pool and she lookin like a center fold
two tattoos but she say she gettin plenty mo
She got Indian in her family, seminol
me and shawty go together like chemicals
and she get mad when I call other woman hoes
you send a rose, I pick some flowers and send her those
tall glass of Merlot get her in the mode
two tall glasses of Merlot get her out her robe
I whisper in her ear, than lick around her lobe
and when she check her watch, it's never time to go
and with her brain she should make the honor roll
And when I came, she caught me like the common cold

[Chorus:]
God damn you the shit
and I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I dont really know how to handle this shit
But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit

[Drake - Hook:]
With you baby
With you baby
with you baby
with you baby
With youuuu and only you

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2:]
Uh I say damn I must be left cause you the best I ever seen right
shawty put me on, you got me gone like some green lights
See you with your girls, they probably telling that he aint right
Bet they be the same bitches at the wedding throwing rice
Lets get together over night
Shawty Im a pro and you are lookin like the protoype
But see that I took your advice,
sometimes you got to blow it twice then shake it up and roll the dice
Im cruisin on the road of life but I need a passenger
Appettite for lovin, ma im hungry like a scavenger
I-I be on that lavender
I-I be in the bath with her
Then I gotta go under that water like a mariner

[Chorus:]
God damn you the shit
and I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I dont really know how to handle this shit
But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit

[Drake - Hook:]
With you baby
With you baby
with you baby
with you baby
With youuuu and only you

[Lil Wayne - Verse 3:]
Now she dont know about me
But Imma put her on it
And she aint show up out me
But cant go without me
We probably aint supposed to be together
but I wonder if our love affair her could last forever
And shawty Im with ya
Smoke alot of weed but I could never forget ya
Then I told her to her face,
If everyone was like you the World would be a better place

[Chorus:]
God damn you the shit
and I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I dont really know how to handle this shit
But tonight its moonlight and candles and shit

[Drake - Hook:]
With you baby
With you baby
with you baby
with you baby
With youuuu and only you

[Chorus:]
God damn you the shit
and I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I dont really know how to handle this shit
But tonight...

[Drake - Hook:]
With you baby
With you baby
with you baby
with you baby
With youuuu and only you

[Lil' Wayne:]
Now tell me how ya love it
You know you at the top and all of heaven's right above it, we on.. Cuz we on..

[Verse 1 - Drake:]
Who else really tryin' to fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm with Marley G. bro
Flyin' Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you somethin' that you probably should know
This that slumm dog millionaire Bollywood flow and uh..
My real friends never hear it from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose
I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle
I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same buildin', but we got different views
I got a couple cars, I never get to use
Don't like my women single
I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down a row
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I've been sippin' so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

[Chorus:]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top and all of heaven's right above it we on..
It's young money motherfucker if you ain't runnin' wit it run from it motherfucker alright
Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees whippin' like some honey in this bitch, ya dig..
I got my gun in my boot purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first..

[Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne:]
Meet me on the fresh train
Yes I'm in the buildin'
You just on the list of guest names
And all my riders do not give a fuck: X-Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies: sex change..
And I smoke til' I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my game like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been flyin' so long I fell asleep on the fuckin plane
Skinny pants and some vans
Call me Triple-A get my advance in advance, Amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
Ugh. Wake up and smell the pussy
You niggas can't see me, but never overlooked me
I'm on the paper trail there ain't no tellin' where it took me, yeah
And I ain't a killer, but don't push me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Lil' Wayne:]
Ugh. How do you savers never save?
Beautiful black women
I bet that bitch look better red
Liftin off torque cuz I made more on my second lift
Motherfuckin' Birdman junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start
I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense.. Check the paw prints..
We in da buildin', you niggas in appartments
Ugh. N-now c'mon be my blood dog
My flow so nice you ain't even gotta put a rug on her
Do it big and let the small fall under that
Damn where you stumbo that?
From where did they gumbo at?
Came got the beat jumpin' like a jumpin' jack
And you know me
I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-Hop I'm the heart of that
Nigga nothin' short of that
Cuz of that Carter, Young Money Democrat. Ugh.

[Chorus]

Yeah... We on... Young moola baby!

I am not a human being
Uhh, pussy footing like shit
Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch
Yeah, kush and the blunts
I ride through your block see a foot in the trunk
I don't know why they keep playin
I better replay 'em
Giving them the blues Bobby "Blue" Bland
Together we stand and fall on y'all
Ballin' with my bloods, call it b-ball
These days ain't shit Young Money is
Got mars bars three musketeers
Come through coupe same colour as veneers
And you know I'm riding with the toast, cheers!
Now I'm back on my grizz
And y'all's a bunch a squares like a motherfucking grid
Shit fuck with me and get hit
Shhhit I finger fuck the nina make the bitch have kids
Just do it my nigga I just did
Name a motherfucker deeper than me bitch dead
Ya dig, this here is big biz and I scream fuck it
Whoever it is

I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it
I got my foot on the line I’m not racin’
I thank God that I am not basic
I am not basic
I am not a human being

Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby
Rich nigga lookin at the cops all crazy
Its the mob shit nigga Martin Scorsese
Heater close range, cuz people are strange
But I bet that AK 47 keep you ordaned
You cant see weezy nor wayne
Im in the far lane, im running this shit – hundred yard gain
Uhhh, swag on infinity
Im killing em, see the white flag from the enemy
Shoot you in the head and leave your dash full of memories
Father forgive me for my brash delivery
I will try you, I wouldnt lie you
I must be sticky cuz them bitches got their eyes glued
Young money baby we the shit like fly food
Yall cant see us – like the bride shoes.
I stand tall like a muthafuckin 9’2
I scream motherfuck you and whoever design you
And if you think you hot then obviously you are lied to
And we dont die, we multiply and then we come divide you.

I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it
I got my foot on the line I’m not racin’
I thank god that I am not basic
I am not basic
I am not a human being

Re-Reporting from another world
Magazine full of bullets you can be my cover girl
Ness go the weed thicker than a southern girl
Strong arm rap like a nigga did a hundred curls
Rock star biatch, check out how we rock
And if this aint hip hop it must be me hop
Im higher than a tree top
She lick my lo-llipop
I still get my candy from your girlfriends sweet shop
Spitting that he rock im smooth not Pete Rock
And my money on etcetera – 3 dots
Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops
You better run mothafucka, cuz we not
You better run till your feet stop
You aint even on a fucking alphabet in my tea pot
Colder than a ski shop
Holding on to the top, and even if I let go I still wont G-rock

I am the Rhyming Oasis
I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it
I got my foot on the line I’m not racin’
I thank God that I am not basic
I am not basic
I am not a human being

Damn it (Damn girl)
You know you got it going on
You can see by the way that she walking
You so fine that your body need a body guard,
Well I can be your Bobby
Ohh your only tenderoni
Let me beam you up like Scottie
I got Whitney so just enough for everybody in this party, girl

[Chorus:]
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da [x4]

Yeah, I know you want me
Yeah, give me that monkey
Yeah, that funky monkey
Yeah, that funky monkey
Bass

[Chorus 2:]
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da [x2]
You know, you know [x2]

Yep, I’m in like flea, Benjamin Franklin my twin
Yah, If she can’t swim, I gotcha girl sinkin in my Benz.
Backstroke, backstroke, Like Michael Phelps with my backstroke.
Break her off till her back broke, I leave her numb like crack folk.
Then I get to the money, Monday through Sunday. Anxiously like Honey Dew honey.
Menage A watch Honey do Honey and den they do me and I’m glad they done it.
Yah. Im wit D-R-E the n-gga that make beats wit that nigga C-O-O-L. Cool.
We so mother fuckin’ cool-er than you.

[Chorus]

Damn it (Damn girl)
You know you got it going on
You can see by the way that she walking
You so fine that your body need a body guard,
But I'm your Kevin Costner
And I will be your boss, girl
I'll pull up a banker shorty
Outside and now they just wanna watch her

I don't know why, what I'm doing what I'm doing)
See, baby I, apologize
For all the things that I've done(that I've done)
See I known that I've been a fool for far too long
And baby you don't have to go and run away, just come back to papa
Please baby, baby won't you stay
If you really love me then why are you leavin me

I can't think, think about this crazy day
I lose sleep just to daydream about you baby heyyyyyy
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just to thinkin about you lately (crazy baby)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just to thinkin about you baby (I don't know
what to do)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, thinkin about you lately (crazy, crazy,
crazy)
I'm going crazy, crazy, (crazy, crazy) when I can't touch you
Crazy, crazy (I'm going crazy) when I can't hold you
Crazy, crazy, (I'm going crazy) when I can't see you again
(Said I'm going crazy)

(Said I'm going crazy)
I've finally realized, that you are my true love
And I had a lot of time to think, and you're all seem to keep thinking,
To keep thinkin of, yeahhh
And now I know I need you each and every day
I can't live without you, so don't run away
Baby you say that you love me, so why'd you leave me, why (why, why, why, why)

I can't think, think about this crazy day
I lose sleep just to daydream about you baby (I'm going crazy)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just thinkin about you lately (just to think)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just thinkin about you baby
(I'm goin crazy, I'm going crazy)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, thinkin about you lately
I'm going crazy, crazy, (crazy, crazy)when i can't touch you (I'm going crazy)
Crazy, crazy (crazy, crazy), when I can't hold you
Crazy, crazy, when I can see again (if I can see you, if I can see you if I can
see you, if I can see you)
If I can see you, if I can see you again
Then I would go, if I could see you again
I'd go craeeae

I've got hoes (I've got hoes)
In different area codes (area) area codes (codes)
Hoes (hoes...hoes) in different area codes (area) area
codes (codes)

[Ludacris]
Now you thought I was just 7-7-0, and 4-0-4?
I'm worldwide,GET act like ya'll know
It's the abominable-hoe man
Glob-trot international postman
Neighbor-dick dope man
7-1-8's, 2-0-2's I send small cities and states
IOU's, 9-0-1, matter fact 3-0-5, I'll jump off
the G4, we can meet outside
So control your hormones and keep your drawers on
'Till I close the door and I'm jumpin your bones,
3-1-2's, 3-1-3's (oh), 2-1-5's, 8-0 tree's (oh)
Read your horoscope and eat some horderves
Ten on pump one, these hoes is self serve, 7-5-7,
4-1-0's, my cell phone just overloads

Chorus

[Ludacris]
Now everyday is a hoe-ly day, so stop the violence
and put the 4-4 away, skeet shoot a hoe today, 5-0-4,
9-7-2's 7-1 tree, watcha gunna do? You checkin' out the
scene, I'm checkin' a hot tonite with perpendicular,
vehicular homicide 3-1-4, 2-0-1 (hey)
Too much green, too much fun
I bang cock in Bangkok, can't stop, I turn and hit
the same spot, think not, I'm the thriller in Manilla
in Hong Kong, Pimp 'em like Boshop, Magic, Don Juan
Man after a Henny and a coke and a smile, I just pick
up the muthafuckin phone and dial, I got my condums
in a big ass sack, I'm slangin this dick like a New Jack
(biatch)

[Nate Dogg]
Is it cuz they like my gangsta walk? (gangsta walk)
Is it cuz they like my gangsta talk? (gangsta talk...ohh)
Is it cuz they like my handsome face? (handsome face)
Is it cuz they like my gangsta ways? (gangsta ways...ohh)
Whatever it is, they love it, and they just won't let me be
I handles my biz, don't rush me (area) just relax and let
me be
free (codes)
Whenever I call (I call), come runnin' 2-1-2 or 2-1-3, you
know
that I ball (I ball), stop frontin' ot I'll call my
substitute freak (hoes)

Chorus

[Ludacris]
Uh, 9-1-6, 4-1-5, 7-0-4, Shout out to the 2-0-6, Everbody
in the 8-0-8
Ha-ah, 2-1-6, 7-0-2, 4-1-4, 3-1-7, 2-1-4's and the 2-8-1's,
3-3-4, 2-0-5, I
see ya, Uh-uh, 3-1-8, 6-0-1's, 2-0 tree, 8-0-4, 4-0-2,
3-0-1, 9-0-4, 4-0-7,
8-5-0, 7-0-8, 5-0-2, Hoes in different area codes, know
that Southern
Hoes-pitality, Northern Exhoes-ure, Ha-ha, hoe ridin' on
the West Coast
Ya understand what I'm sayin? Uh-uh, hoe-cus pocus, you the
dopest
Uh, hoes to the right, hoes to the left, five hoes this time
WHOO!!!! HOE-NO!!! (**laughin**)
The hip-hop hoeoller-coaster, that's what we on right now
Ha-ha, no need to get all hoes-tile
YEEEEAAAAHHHH!!!!!
WHOO!!!! Def Jam Southern Baby, Distubing the peace
Dazaphy-zy, Uncle face, Ludacris, uh, hoes....(**whistlin**)
I'm sweatin like a muthaf

[Intro: Chuck D. sample]
How - low - can you go? How - low, can you go?
How - low - can you go? How - low, can you go?
How - low - can you go? How - low, can you go?
How - low - can you go? How - low, can you go?
[*sped up*] HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?

[Ludacris - Verse 1]
Hahaha, LUDA!
She can go lower than I ever really thought she could - Face down - {ASS UP!}
The top of yo' booty jigglin outcho' jeans, baby pull yo' pants up!
I like it when I see you do it, better than I've ever seen I done befo'
A lot of, women, drop it to the ground, but HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO?
Lower, than yo', mama's, ever, seen it, in her, life-time
Never, would of i-magined it, not even in her right mind
Practice in front of that mirror, now you, doin it, on the dance flo'
Mad 'cause I can't get wit you, "Chick, just show me how to dance" {OHH!!!}
I may not wanna get low, so I'm posted up kinda like a playa do
But if you come to the crib, then I'll might show you girls a thang or two
Yeah, I think you a superstar, wit a ass like that you GOTTA blow
Befo' you make it big, there’s just one thing that I gotta know

[Interlude: sped-up Chuck D. sample]
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?
HOW - LOW - CAN YOU GO? HOW - LOW, CAN YOU GO?

[Chorus: Shawnna] (Luda)
I can go looooooow (Go low), lower than you know
Go looooooow (Go looow), l-l-l-lower than you know
Go looooooow (Go loow), l-l-l-lower than you know
Go looooooow (Go looow), l-l-l-lower than you know

[Ludacris - Verse 2]
I be like knick, knack, patty, wack
Oh, where my kitty cat? Give a dog a bone
How many licks does it take 'til I get
to the center and let a realla nigga take you home?
I can make this show, {STOP} soon as he hear this fo', {POP}
From A-T-L-A-N-T-A and all the way down to yo', {BLOCK}
(OHHH!!!) Put the needle on the record
and I make her get lower than a Lamborghini
And if she really get low, then I'ma shoot a video and put it all on TV
(Oh!!) 'Cause I like that French vanilla (French vanilla)
and the caramel (and the caramel)
But when it comes to chocolate (when it comes to chocolate),
I know that very well (I know that very well)
Asian persuasion, no discrimination, I love how they seem to please us
I wanna taste them butter Rican pecan peanut butter cups like Reese's Pieces (OH!!)
'Cause I think you a superstar, wit a ass like that you GOTTA blow
Befo' you make it big, there’s just one thing that I gotta knoooooow...

[Interlude + Chorus]

[Luda - Verse 3]
Drop it, hit it, dump it, split it
Don’t, stop - {GET IT, GET IT}
Put it in reverse just to back it up
Let me put some Luda in it
Show me whatchu workin with, I’ll show you some of this bank, roll
Yeah you a superstar, there's just one thing I gotta know
So...

[Chorus]
My chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
[repeated]
My chick bad, badder than yours
My my chick bad, badder than yours
My my my chick bad, badder than yours

[Ludacris - Verse 1]
I’m saying my chick bad
My chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My chick bad, badder than yours
My chick do stuff that I can’t even put in words
Her swagger don’t stop
Her body won’t quit
So fool pipe down you ain’t talkin bout shit
My chick babe, tell me if you seen her
She always bring the racket like Venus and Serena
All white top, all white belt
And all white jeans, body looking like milk
No time for games, she’s full grown
My chick bad, tell your chick to go home

[Chorus]

[Ludacris - Verse 2]
Now your girl might be sick but my girl sicker
She rides that dick and she handles her liquor
She knock a bitch out aaaand fight
Coming out swinging like Tiger Woods wife
Yeah she could get a little hasty
Chicks better cover up there chests like pasty’s
Couple girl friends and they all a little crazy
Coming down the street like a parade Macy’s
I fill her up balloons
Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons
Doh, but I aint talkin bout homer
Chick so bad the whole crew wanna bone her

[Chorus]

[Nicki Minaj]
Yo, now all these bitches wanna try and be my besty
But I take a left and leave them hanging like a testi
Trash talk to em then I put em in a hefty
Running down a court I’m thuggin on them Lisa Lefty
It’s going down, basement, friday 13th guess who’s playing Jason
Tuck yourself in you better hold on to your teddy
It’s nightmare on Elm street and guess who’s playing Freddy
(My chick bad)
Chef cooking for me, they say my shoe game crazy
The mental Asylum looking for me
You a rookie to me
I’m in dat wam bam purple Lam’ damn bitch you been a fan.

When I cry, you cry,
We cry, together
said I cry, you cry
we cry, together
said I cry, you cry
we cry, together
said I cry, you cry
we cry together

[Ja Rule]
I love my life, I love my wife
bad time to prevail, it overwhelmed me
I'm livin in hell, but livin wealthy
and know these hoes love me because I'm a star
I can't even cop a drink at the bar
get me some bottles of that Remi Mar-tin
Let's get the party
Cracking right here fuck V.I.P
Now when my baby loves me
Home wit tears in her eyes
and when I get in, I hurt her more by tellin her lies
She ain't surprised at me
just surprised that we
been together for this long
And I can be
The one to mistreat her
Thought it last forever
cuz if I cry, you cry
We cry together

[chorus]

[Ja Rule]
From, what I recall we was lil' niggas
Cuttin school gettin high wit da hottest bitches
LIVEN LIFE SO FREE
That we ain't fearin
The, ills of the world
In heat of drug dealin
You and I then made a killin
And stuck together
In this land of forbidden treasure
Love is the only evil seed that could sever
A tied this close
Not the love between us but your love for the dough
You went O.T started makin M-O-N-E-Y
All my good niggas gottta die
But shit could last forever
I wish shaft was pleasure
Cuz when you die
I cried, we cried together

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
Wash away your tears(my love)
You ain't gotta cry no more(my love)
I'm putting on everything out(my love)
And my pain it's my love
And I want
This world to smile for me
Don't shed a tear cuz the nigga died happily
My momma warned me life was a mothafucka
But I ignored the warning and kept on hustlin
And every night she just look at me wit
Tears in her eyes and they be saying shit like
"I don't want my baby to die"
Brought so much pain into a life
Gotta make it better
Cuz when ma cried I cried
We cried together

[chorus]

[Lil'Mo]
Oooooohhhh
You cry, then I cry
Then we cry
When he cries
I cry together, together
When I cry, then you cry
Then we'll cry, together
Baby, cuz when
Ja cries, Mo cries
we'll cry, together
If he cries, I'll cry
Then we'll cry, together

Rugged style, it's enough to make a hardrock smile
Ha ha ha, cheeba cheeba y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the -- check Tical

Chorus: Mary J. Blige [sample: Notorious B.I.G.]

You're all, I need
[Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together]
to get by, ahhhhh
You're all, I need
[Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together]
to get by, ahhhhh

Verse One:

Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me
Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things that's forever, my lady
We can make war or make babies
Back when I was nothin
You made a brother feel like he was somethin
That's why I'm with you to this day boo no frontin
Even when the skies were gray
You would rub me on my back and say "Baby it'll be okay"
Now that's real to a brother like me baby
Never ever give my cootie away and keep it tight aight
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids
Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife
Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we
Be livin in the effin lap of luxury
I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk wit me
But you did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga

Chorus 2X

Interlude: Mary J. Blige

Like sweet morning dew
I took one look at you
And it was plain to see
You were my destiny
With you I'll spend my time
I'll dedicate my life
I'll sacrifice for you
Dedicate my life for you

Verse Two:

I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone
Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home
Even if I'm locked up North you in the world
Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo
It be true me for you that's how it is
I be your Noah, you be my Wiz
I'm your Mister, you my Mrs. with hugs and kisses
Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please
Be on another level of planning, of understanding
the bond between man and woman, and child
The highest elevation, cuz we above
All that romance crap, just show your love

Chorus (starts during the end of verse two, repeats until end)

Outro: Method Man

I'm sick of police
Ha ha ha, cheeba cheeba y'all
And you don't stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the -- Tical!
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical!
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical
Mary J. raw, and Meth-Tical
{Like sweet morning dew} Yeah yeah
{I took one look at you} cootie in the chair, Tical
{And it was plain to see} Cheeba cheeba y'all
{You were my destiny, baby} Cheeba cheeba y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, bring it on, yeah
What's that shit that they be smoking?

No romance without finance for now
Baby, please, ninety-five
Ticallion Stallion, ha ha, ha ha
Man woman and child, yeah

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