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your dance, do your dance
I ain't signing with no label unless my cash be in advance
Only selling by the pound no window shopping for a gram

I don't

The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

Bob Dylan

Don't Look Back

1967

other level
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to destroy all

If My Homie Calls

2Pac

2Pacalypse Now

1991

(brothers and sisters)

It's a shame, you chose the dope game
Now you slang cane on the streets with no name
It was plain that your aim was mo' cane
You

pac-man
Run it up 
Run it up 
I ran up them bands
I run up them bands
I run up them bands

I ain't get a memo 
I came in the game 
Solo
Dolo
Catch plays

Candy land gum drops
Sugar cane tooth pain
Coco rock ice cream
Bands on bands they sweet or somethin
Candy land gum drops
Suga cane tooth pain
Coco

on gotta keep It confidential damn
They know who did that work, gotta Keep it in the streets yeah
We trapping off the phone ain't Talking weed
I'm talking

Like that bitch really pill popping
How her body take it
Niggas really deal shopping
Can't afford the payments
Told a bitch if u ain't got a band
You

anywhere where the racks at
I'm takin' straight cash, no cash at
Shawty ripped it with her ass at

If it ain't real, don't grab that
Dressin' all black like

life and I had new life
Nightmares of no money that's right I ain't have no life I ain't have no life 
I was a ghost on the corner pass by I ain't get no

know, there ain't no losing
In the trap, bricks be moving
8am, y'all be snoozing
By 10, my pockets boomin'
10 am yeah my pockets pretty lit
Ben Frank my

Rockin' Chair

Hoagy Carmichael

Timeless Historical Presents Hoagy Carmichael

1993

Old rockin' chair got me, son, (old rocking chair got you, father)
My cane layin' by my side, (cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son (I ain't

Aye they be like damn homey (Damn)
See you really bout that bag
I chase bands homey (I Chase bands)
I dont really fuck wit no friends
I do Fam only

And tell these niggas ima god they gone learn again
I'm coolin’ with my nigga von reminiscin’ smokin’ doja
You know I'm stickin’ wit my nigga ain’t no

I ain't even have a plan I ran up them bands, I ran up them bands
Heard he ratted on his mans we pull up spraying when we hop out the van
I walk in

Counting the band
Yeah I’m coutin the paper
Run up on me you get cut like a taper
I did this all by myself
I ain't never ask no one for no favor

neat just for Camile and pick her favorite rose
I could tell what she about by her model pose
Glad to know it ain't new and everybody knows
Ride over

every morning
This shit right here be my calling
Ain't got no time to be yawning
Recording playback then rewind it
Quitting is out of the topic
You won't

Beats by Kobi!
Ey!
Flipping them bands I've been chopping that shit
Flipping them bands I've been talking that shit
Chopping that shit
Flipping them

Switch up on the beat
Like Cane did Able
Eating this beat
Like I'm sitting at the table
Stacking up the bands
No need for a label
I could bag your girl
You

trick
I've come so far, ain't no turning back
A hundred bands, the fuel to my attack
Through blood, sweat, and tears, I've earned my place
I'm breaking

a partner in this orgy
Oh no he, didn't, yes I did, even got your friend in it
Ain't no shame in my game ya dig
I keep hoes hangin like candy canes, Aye Aye

I'm going big so I can't do no little
I feed my dogs so I can't give em kibble
I let my pain out on these instrumentals
I get these bands it get me

hoe niggas that’s doubting me
Ain’t no closet so ain’t no outing me
And when I pull up that shit mean
Tryna show you my view like a split screen
I still

Rubberband Man

The Spinners

The Best of the Spinners [Atlantic]

1978

Hand me down my walkin' cane
Hand me down my hat
Hurry now and don't be late
'Cause we ain't got time to chat
You and me we're goin' out
To catch