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The Essential Shawn Mullins (Shawn Mullins) · Matty Mullins (Matty Mullins) · Rich Mullins (Rich Mullins) · Triple Feature: Rich Mullins/The World as Best as I Remember It, Vols. 1& 2 (Rich Mullins) · The Best of Rich Mullins: Platinum Series (Rich Mullins) · Awesome God: A Tribute to Rich Mullins (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Shawn Desman (Shawn Desman) · The Best of Shawn Phillips: The A&M Years (Shawn Phillips) · Shawn Michael Perry & Only the Brave (Shawn Michael Perry And Only The Brave) · Dag with Shawn (Dag Nasty) – and 90 other albums »


fresh pimp
And all my nigga
We all in
And everything
Is on a hoe
And some of you niggas
Just don't know

Daz:
I said you just don't know
I said you just
the Shawn B. black is in the second letter
I stay wetter for that green and white cheddar
And all my niggas locked diggy hold ya head up
The rap game, will
in ah 85' Jincory 

you know who i mean, he moved from shaolin to queens 

fronting like he was down with the escobar team 

(I heard T.T. got
a,

See my life is like a see-saw
And until I move this weight it's gon' keep me to the floor
Travel with me through my deep thoughts
Y'all can't
extraordinaire
The man that scrapped with lions, hibernated with polar bears
Hope I don't play with baking soda in my older years
Mantles'll sit up like hill,
The man that scrapped with lions, hiberated with polar bears
Hope I don't play with baking soda in my older years
Mantles'll sit up like hill, I'd have
on the cuts like the butter
Head for the hills, jet go and tell your mother
Minister, sinister, a fist full of dollars see
Get with the vibes of my slick verbal
Poppa

Skated through with the Cesar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Ga**ed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
Rocked jewels dropped
In your face, all the time
All in your face when I'm kickin' my rhyme
All these faces in front of me
Face to face with Run-D.M.C

Knuckleheads
out!
My girl is superbad
That's a fact, knock your train right off the track
Watch out!
She's divine all the time
And everything she does, it's always by
just with him, playin Sega
And buggin on the horn with some honeys like a couple of playas
And now he's gone
I'm speakin on my man K-Shawn
Forever
jewelery so Gordy
Slid into the party with my new pair of Maury's
America meet the gangsta Shawn Corey
Hey young world wanna hear a story?
Close your
of 40/40's
Sorry my jewelery so Gordy
Slid into the party with my new pair of Maury's
America meet the gangsta Shawn Corey
Hey young world wanna hear
of 40/40's
Sorry my jewelery so Gordy
Slid into the party with my new pair of Maury's
America meet the gangsta Shawn Corey
Hey young world wanna hear
coal miner all of my life. Layin' down track in the hole.
Gotta back like an ironwood, bit by the wind. Blood veins blue as the coal. Blood veins blue
generation to generation
Developed in the mind cause the rhyme
The track is just a cosmetic background
cause we all need some kind of sound..
to complete
a word, insane
I dick down chicks all emerged in my fame
Jigga been dope since Slick Rick's first chain
The God, send you back to the earth from which you
we go back
Back up in D&D on this Primo track, listen

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims"
I'm so
just simply the truth
We all from the ghetto, only difference, we go back
Back up in D and D on this Primo track, listen

I'm so gangsta prissy
Got it all figured out inside of my head
There's a bag packed up at the foot of my bed
You say the word, baby I'm all set
Cover our tracks, tell
where my troubles can all disappear
I head a little further north each year

Feeling the night wrap around me
Eases my mind's serenity
Ocean waves
Where's that gal with red dress on some folks called her Dinah
Stole my heart away from me way down in Louisiana
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too
Now I just can't go with a bald head hoe
You ain't gotta ask why for me to tell you so
If I can't run through her hair with my hand
Somehow it seems
splattin' 'em,
So many homicide records, my cases went platinum.
D'shawn is nice,
Known for givin' out head cracks without touchin' dice.
Just pain