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always comes undone
I'm so New York, I changed my number to 3-1-1
Try starvin' and you'll prefer
Eatin' by wide margin
MC Paul Barman presents a
Tempting

She wanna do me
Said i be posted with rico and j, so she comin wit groupies
Call up the plug, need a pack for the low, so i went and copped 2 P's

thoughts like Billie Holiday
Either or, or, until we up and gone
They're calling 311 but they was color drawn
I watched spots get turned to croissant

mejores cabrón 
Pues yo soy el cero 

Tu no tienes break 
Tu no tienes break 
Controlamos la calle  
Nosotros somos la ley 
Mirando p'arriba 
To' nosotro'

pour faire winer
Les zouz comme Moodymann
Besoin de sous-titrages
Besoin de sous biatch besoin d'un médecin
T'as vesqui les combos mais ça
C'est le coup

ellas miles,
Pa’ que to’ se lo vacilen,
& los que fuman fillips,
Pa’ el que va de party los fines,
Que hasta el otro dia siguen,
Pa’ mi combo e’

Gangsterous

E-40

Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire

1999

the whole damn world
We gangsterous!
Bitches on niggas, let them think they got game
We sent them hoes, them hoes know Bob by they name
We put the P's in

No sleep in the jungle
The rillas run Congo’s
I might just call up
P rock hit the block
And we all dressed like Rambo
Three piece the combo
Slip up

loose knees
Niggas taking chances, tip-toeing with two P's
No one's a simp, weak or strong they do bleed
Candle light vigils, closure if they do leave

on the mic will
Sleep on me, tired shoes, like it's niQuil!
Nights go by, and I might go buy, a microphone-
Grab a hold of the rope, tied!
Hooked I got on this

Don't get your chest torn
Me and P Sean's in the whip, fully equipped
Sixteen shots in the clip, playin' the strip
Six pounds of gold, that's divided by

Legendary Brenda Fassie (fassie)
Call me the Goat Oshikombo (Kombo)
3 for 50 is a Combo (combo)
We lead and the niggas they follow (follow)
We setting them

90059

Jay Rock

90059

2015

loose knees
Niggas taking chances, tip-toeing with two P's
No one's a simp, weak or strong they do bleed
Candle light vigils, closure if they do leave

Central Park was a thrivin' black town
Yo, Chuck, I'm fightin' the power right now
Thank you, Flav and P-E, puttin' it down
Puttin' your life on the line

Shot by, Natas

J'vois mes frères bouger la tête
J'veux faire le tour de la terre
Pas m'retrouver dans la merde
T'entends mon couplet dans la caisse

chicks
Want my suits tailored by Gucci
First-class to Shibuya for the sushi
Give me my checks and give me my plaques
Want breakdowns and I want my

Future dark
Turning brighter than Meagan Good
Oh geez
Yeah I fucking went there
Bitch please
R.I.P Pop
And R.I.P Steez
New york we coming up
I don't give

ashamed
Walk by myself, I had stayed in my lane
Ride on my wave, we gone blow any day
We can't hang out, nigga, we not the same
My nigga switched up just

your hands up.
Get em up. Get em. Hit em up

[Verse 1]
Y’all all know. P man be the general
Something new like NASA mixing up all types of minerals
New

p's)
Gave her a 3 finger combo but I don't work at Canes (Canes)
She getting too pushy, tell her to stay in her lane (stay in yo lane)
Almost crashed

the way my palms be itching me
The way my palms be itching me woulda' thnk that I got bit by mosquito
But it's just your annoying ass girl with my finger in

Swimsuits

The Cool Kids

When Fish Ride Bicycles

2011

on the boat, rolling joints by the lake
Ay, tell her bring the papers
Twist up the Grape Ape
Down there, from here put your hands in the air
Yeah it's our

tried to count me out

Money by the pressure
Cool like a sweater
Seen them change like the weather
Cold cut
Its a combo or better

I keep me a p like

From Da Jump

Gunplay

Living Legend

2015

You never had dope, never had a white tee
Fought my fights by my motherfucking self
Earned my stripes like a motherfucking breath
You never had it hard,