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Artist Karaoke Series: Rascal Flatts (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Artist Karaoke Series: Rascal Flatts (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Best of Rascal Flatts Live (Rascal Flatts) · Rascal Flatts (Rascal Flatts) · Rascal Flatts (Rascal Flatts) · The Best of Rascal Flatts Live (Rascal Flatts) · Rascal Flatts [Bonus Track] (Rascal Flatts) · Louis Armstrong, Vol. 3: You Rascal You (Louis Armstrong) · You Rascal You [Empress] (Louis Armstrong) · You Rascal You [Half Moon] (Louis Armstrong) – and 90 other albums »


at night I'm at a street light and hot
Restin my head back (BOOM!) I heard a shot
fired through my back window broke the glass then hit dash metal
No time
silence, passin' 'round the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensary
Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with
Fuck your ice, I
Shatterin' your silence, passing round the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery
Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with
Fuck
in the mix on a Friday night, Friday night
Me and my guys lookin' oh so tight, oh so tight
Bounced from the crib to the car,
From the car on our way
still be spitting and keep everybody all up in the mix

It's only right that I shout my brother Swizz
Flipmode and we only making hits
It's like this,
it's unfair
Oh well, how I still be spitting and keep everybody all up in
The mix
It's only right that I shout my brother Swizz
Flipmode and we only
they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
My alta mater be that I follow
I bite whatever that's looking tasty, water it down
my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
My alma mater be that I follow
I bite whatever that's looking tasty, water it down then swallow
I hope you
be puttin it down
Everything we do be blowin, better get on the ground
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (n****)
He keeps it wicked by
Everything we do be blowing, better get on the ground
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga)
He keeps it wicked by creating the sound
That
they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
My alta mater be that I follow
I bite whatever that's looking tasty, water it down
my sound's hard to come by
Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high
Banging yacht rock with my squad from 2-1-5
Straight calling niggas out like
hot mix
Yo I thought you cats could chill shit I got this
Inner smile, time to take respect first semester cats
Keep it come through an' get some
Never too alert, but I'm always cautious
And if you were on it you would save for some Porsches
Suckers get paid by means of distortion
My rhymes ??? your
Never too alert, but I'm always cautious
And if you were on it you would save for some Porsches
Suckers get paid by means of distortion
My rhymes ??? your
featuring Nas 



[Nas] 

Spit at the world 

My lyrics  I could spit at your girl 

Spit when I hurl  spit on the Dutch and finish
hot
F*ck how much doe it costs
Were blowing up
But you man are blowing off
Blad, you're blowing out
You told Logan you're Mix CD was finished
But
handing my beat over"

I got the bald-headed crown with a dope swirl
Hot enough to make a nymphomaniac's toes curl
Lounge with showgirls in
Never too alert, but I'm always cautious
And if you were on it you would save for some Porsches
Suckers get paid by means of distortion
My rhymes ??? your
sound
she better hope, that you better mind
mix me over my, debt (left,let?) be wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide! (whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!) 

Submitted by
killer, who works by the phone book

For you I got a lot to shoot my songs in here
My rhymes are hotter than a prostitute with ghonnerea
On the mic I
one for
Crooklyn everday

Brooklyn is up in here

Uhh, block party, corner store
The downtown, the projects
Borough shots
My clique is so tight
The mix
get back skillz, my get back skillz. 

I hurt my ass off by Drink-A-Lot, 
But I'm about my cash, 
But if an, 
Ignit mutha fucka want to step to me,
Everything we do be blowing, better get on the ground
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga)
He keeps it wicked by creating the sound
That
on bloody acres, parallel to my maker
I squeeze vertical a fiend I'm servin' you
What dirt'll do to virginal niggaz, is get 'em kilt
Filled with hot lead,