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Under the Covers: Essential Red Hot Chili Peppers (Red Hot Chili Peppers) · Best of Red Hot Chili Peppers [Collectables] (Red Hot Chili Peppers) · Pick My Kiss: The Bluegrass Tribute to Red Hot Chili Peppers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Red Hot Chili Peppers Phenomenon (Red Hot Chili Peppers) · The Best of Red Hot Chili Peppers [EMI] (Red Hot Chili Peppers) · The Best of Red Hot Chili Peppers [Capitol] (Red Hot Chili Peppers) · The Red Hot Chili Peppers (Red Hot Chili Peppers) · Red Hot Chili Peppers [Japan Bonus Tracks] (Red Hot Chili Peppers) · Red Hot Chili Peppers Greatest Hits [LP] (Red Hot Chili Peppers) · The Red Hot Chili Peppers (Red Hot Chili Peppers) – and 90 other albums »


Don't even kid me, shit in my coke aimin' at cha kidney
Pressure, red hot like chili pepper
Black 'n decker, hardware avoid the leper
Five o'clock
I sport a brim
And when my girls
Go to the mall
Around the world
And keep the change
The finest things
We still remain so oh

[Chili]
You
Gaye
    Strange Man Lyrics
    by Red Hot Chili Peppers
    This Kiss Lyrics
    by Carly Rae Jepsen
    Don't Make 'Em Like You Lyrics
    by
a splash
Of blood, the clock is ticking niggas from my block is missing
I'm putting it down like it be hot before we all get shot
Got, only so much time in
splish, leavin' em in a splash 
Of blood, the clock is tickin' niggaz from my block is missin' 
I'm puttin' it down like it be hot before we all get shot
and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all Hawkin like Yusef
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove
Hot to death, cops is vex
I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex
Drive by
rove
Hot to death, cops is vex
I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex
Drive by on the baja
Snatch the cartier watch I
Boucnce laughing off
you will be die by the gun,
'Cause all guys tell lies, and more girls commits it.
I was ordered to code red, but now I'm chillin' with a few good men.
around your dead body
Abandon ship, niggaz are ready to flip and bag a punk
They can't fight next night, twistalism by your grave sight

Over, yes, you
and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all Hawkin like Yusef
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
correspond, bitch
Kick the fuck out of the track on some Jean-Claude shit
Get the fuck out of the streets, nigga, I bomb shit
Shit ain't all good no more, y'all
and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all Hawkin like Yusef
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
them pick up the red flare of the streetlights."

This last point emphasised by a moment of silence, which he filled with a look around the bar.
Rest in peace to the innocent children who were shot in the back
Running from the military, Junta hot on their tracks
For the love that why their
the wall

The all around the world Digital Underground, Pac
The Rudloph the red nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
hot water
Since I was young I seem to feel this harder
These guys are fucking kidding me
World made for larpers
I tend to ghost, knapsack, arrow,