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Gang shit
Know GD's and Locies
But homie I'm homie I Bleed for this
Four Five Degrees when my fingers twist
Red laces and chucks on my feet and shit

Lil mama Yokohama, got her throttlin' stick
Tip-top, drop bottom, wobble and gobblin' dick
Top sloppy, bobbin' on it, followed by swallowin' kids

face
I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace
If it don't jam, the Tech will spray
When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray

Time's Up

Nate Dogg

Kiss of Death

2004

face
I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace
If it don't jam, the Tech will spray
When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray

pages

My microphone gauges

(What?)

Blastin' in your faces

Straight up jungle funk

Is what we use to lace this



We jungle, we jungle, we brothers,

pages

My microphone gauges

(What?)

Blastin' in your faces

Straight up jungle funk

Is what we use to lace this



We jungle, we jungle, we brothers,

Thought they was coming for my head but they missed 
Duckin an dodging bobbin an weavin 
Like I brought the block out 
Talking allat none none 
But

bobbin n weavin
One shot dropped the champ
Had the garden screamin
I counter your style
With a sparring season
Try to go hard
No holds barred
My crew

Living in the World of Hip Hop

MC Shan

Down by Law

1987

Wearin fat shoe laces and name brand jeans
It really doesn't matter just what you say
Hip-hop will be around till you're old and grey
They're just all

have been linked to the glue used in the ever popular lace front wig
Also in sports, as a closing note to the Olympic propaganda charade
Salute

a chop-shop causeway
All dolled up in a springtime dress 
With curly-q's on his head and chest 
Doily lace on the fringe of dress 
Flip-cup blitz he's

and it seemed like the masses
of hoochies, had poison airbrushed on they asses
Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the Pumas with
the fat laces, cuz it was

man I don't see a need to lace it
The liquor, better pace it
The whip I've got to race it
I know you got some secrets what's that message you're erasing

her whole lil lace Out
She like chill kilo you wilding
Told her buy some mo she like Whatever
She think I'm toxic
Cant come around me foxing Niggas know

face
will rip your vessels out like lace, stick it down your mouth, you taste
the viciousness in every way, a little heaven, out the gate


i was one

A License To Ill
When I was 13
Just a youngin' with his headphones
Head full of dreams
Bobbin' my head to the Clan
Had me ready for C.R.E.A.M
Feel like I'm

heads all bobbin' every time I'm droppin', I sit back and watch 'em
And look at just how far I came from high attendance
Not a day that I don't show up,

up no snoozing
Lace up my shoe strings
Self love is soothing
Love is like art you best not rush it
Talk of a touchy subject
That stove top is hot
Boy

heads all bobbin' every time I'm droppin', I sit back and watch 'em
And look at just how far I came from high attendance
Not a day that I don't show up,

my babies trill
Yah

1980 something Chevy
I'm classic like them
Bobbin' and weavin' through the traffic like the lace on the Timbs
Carry the glory when

You won’t see pain when you look in my eyes
I be by my lonely just chiefin & Bobbin
That hoe shit is toxic, that ain’t how I’m rockin
Hoes out here lyin

Back In The Day

Ahmad

Ahmad

1994

airbrushed on they asses
Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the Pumas with
The fat laces, cuz it was either that or K-Swiss
I miss those days, and so I pout like

Downtown Swinga ['96]

M.O.P.

Firing Squad

1996

of To The Death
Its time to face you, lace you, erase you
The movement of my finger make them hollow points chase you
I'm international!
Bell ringin'!

Back in the Day [Remix]

Ahmad

Ahmad

1994

and the Puma's with
The fat laces, 'cuz it was either that or K-Swiss
I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
Wishin' all I had to do now, was finish