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Albums:

Toto/Hydra/Toto IV (Toto) · Toto IV: Worldwide Toto Fans Anthem (Giorgio) · Dont Stop Now [Bonus Tracks] (The Brothers) · Bus Stop/Stop! Stop! Stop! (The Hollies) · Stop Stop Stop (V.I.A. Gra) · Stop! Stop! Stop! (Via Gra) · Stop! Stop! Stop! (The Hollies) · Why Dont You Try Me(Best Of) (Ry Cooder) · A Chain Dont Take to Me (Bob Luman) · I Dont Believe in Miracles (Colin Blunstone) – and 90 other albums »


Weezy, fresh, and unplugged

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Give me a big fine bitch in a dress
One put them lips in effect
Suck the dick 'til the shit in her
and Unplugged

Give me a big fine b**** in a dress
One put them lips in effect
Suck the dick 'til the s*** in her chest
You can piss on her brest

I like
know you've got your own version of the truth
There's only three things left now I can do
Deny, deny, deny

Well I was allegedly dropped 
By a truck
Vuitton Don
Bought my mom a purse now she Louis Vuitton Mom
Still might throw on a little low arm they want me to stop go on go on
They don't want me
("Toto... ! Toto... !"), blowing these terrible germs in his direction ("Come here, Toto... !"), and all of this caused ("Toto... !") by a huge mountain
and you ain't rippin jack
Don't drop the mic and jet for your tooley
(bring it to me!)
We can go rhyme for rhyme til the mic stop the
Workin
Then i'ma
too long

Stop it's always me and me
Like the other song
He shines with grace and peace
So don't take too long
Battlecat 
But this ain't Grayskull, and you ain't rippin jack 
Don't drop the mic and jet for your tooley 
("Bring it to me!") 
We can go rhyme for rhyme
Life now, let me find out, you want the life style of mine 
no pal of mine 
Runnin' wit goons wit knife wounds from jail time 
Got the squad lookin'
The Law Library saga now continues
The Nacirema Dream version
As promised, yuh

You used to get a year for a gun, they increasing the math
yo' crouch nigga
I don't give a fuck (nigga what you niggaz wanna do nigga?)
I, will fucked you up
We gettin pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my thugs now
outta ya fat cabbage
Don't ask why we act violent
We just killas and thugs
Niggas wit mad talent, that still dabble in drugs
I only rap now to speak
Life now, let me find out, you want the life style of mine 
no pal of mine 
Runnin' wit goons wit knife wounds from jail time 
Got the squad lookin'
for the king, huh?
Niggas even talk about your baby crazy
Eventually the pendulum swings
Don't forget America this how you made me
Come through with
versions of death in the Persian
Now a right angle equals eighty degrees
The Haitians brought the AIDS disease -- NEGATIVE
The scapegoat becomes a raging
friends used to laugh fast, grasped little truth from me
now they check their bags with a staff claspin' Uzis
who deserves the wrath without warning
think you're worthy
Don't hurt me
Mercy is not a courtesy currently that occurs to me
I turn up eternally, you will not stop it
True my crew hotter
Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L, if you disagree
Don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go
But with the tone of the room
It's more quiet than it was

I'm so out of breath, ungraceful
I'm always running, now can't stop chasing
This
Battlecat 
But this ain't Grayskull, and you ain't rippin jack 
Don't drop the mic and jet for your tooley 
("Bring it to me!") 
We can go rhyme for rhyme
niggas wanna see me in jail fiendin' to tell

Somebody call the cops
For us to stop'll take all of they got
Uptown and the Bronx, my Squad is legends off
for you, we say, Well, I ain't in no box. Don't try to put me in one. I'm going to play a little bit of guitar with this one, but I might stop it's
and don't speak

All why'all want to talk like we used to hang
'Cause I'm doin my thang, now you want to bask in my fame
That's why I stay out the club,
me
Now picture me standin' on somebody block tryin' to rock
I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'clock
My feet never touch
'cause we're a band now. (Yeah, yeah, so...) 
And ummm...Well, except for him, I'm a band. 
Aww. How can you do that? Making me look bad. You're such