Colugos (/kəˈluːɡoʊz/) are arboreal gliding mammals found in Southeast Asia. Just two extant species make up the entire family Cynocephalidae (/ˌsaɪnoʊˌsɛfəˈlaɪdiː, -ˌkɛ-/) and order Dermoptera. They are the most capable gliders of all gliding mammals, using flaps of extra skin between their legs to glide from higher to lower locations. They are also known as cobegos or flying lemurs, though they are not true lemurs.
Colugos are fairly large for a tree-dwelling mammal: at about 35 to 40 cm (14 to 16 in) in length and 1 to 2 kg (2.2 to 4.4 lb) in weight, they are comparable to a medium-sized possum or a very large squirrel. They have moderately long, slender limbs of equal length front and rear, a medium-length tail, and a relatively light build. The head is small, with large, front-focused eyes for excellent binocular vision, and small, rounded ears. When born, a colugo weighs only about 35 g (1.2 oz) and does not reach adult size for 2–3 yr.
Their most distinctive feature is the membrane of skin that extends between their limbs and gives them the ability to glide long distances between trees. Of all the gliding mammals, the colugos have the most extensive adaptation to flight. Their gliding membrane, or patagium, is as large as is geometrically possible: it runs from the shoulder blades to the fore paw, from the tip of the rear-most finger to the tip of the toes, and from the hind legs to the tip of the tail; unlike in other known gliding mammals, even the spaces between the fingers and toes are webbed to increase the total surface area, as in the wings of bats. As a result, colugos were traditionally considered being close to the ancestors of bats, but are now seen by some as the closest living relatives to primates.
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(E-40)
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Bumpin the beat sittin on gold tippity toes
Went to the track to buy me some hemp
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I said "Playboy understand my strategy
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fall off into this catergory"
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I'm from the eighty four eighty fin era
(B-Legit)
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Baby got sattle
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And steady stuffin dick in her dome
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(40)
Man in the town I see
Undertakers, Captain Savers, Cape crusaders, A P.H.er
Plays in the game gettin' ratted on
A ba A bitches in the game gettin over on
Never tell a bitch all your buisness
Cuz one day she might be an eye witness
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This shit I'm spittin'
Niggas don't understand
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(B-legit)
Fools want to come up but ain't paid dues
Want to hang around a player lookin' for clues
Well in my younger days I did dirt
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And nigga don't think that I wasn't the man
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(40)
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40 numnum went nation wide
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On the pitchers mound with the curl -Would be
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Rit.
"Hey, hey B, How y'all niggas be comin with that ol' wild shit?"
Huh?
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Eighty fin era
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And it don't quit
And it won't quit
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Fuck a hoe
Fuck a bitch