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I got over the vice
All the things I wanna do is
repainting them plain white
Then we'll get
the peaceful cheers
I still don't know
what's true for you

learn to love yourself, but maybe me as well
I had all these plans in mind
Lucky enough to ever even call you mine
Pictured you all dressed up in white

Babe, I try, but I can never tell
If we'll be, or if we won't
If it was up to me, I'd send our doubts to hell
And make I do's of these I don'ts

a schlep to find me
All these kats are old news quit prompting me
I don't cross ts horizontally
Looking like I teach trigonometry the anomaly
Imma leave it

Tears for the Sheep

Atmosphere

Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EPs

2000

was trying to define success
All the self-proclaimed prophets dressed up to look like poets
Pretendin' to be martyrs that they're not
You can learn

I love uptown but we was 
Fucking up council estates in our white ts
See I ain’t really been with the bros 
The bags big when you take risks on your

help to ease the pain
Take a plain white piece of paper, and write the words all out
Then you crumple it and light a match, and when the flames burned

(skrrt skrrt)
I got the .40 on me, haul around a biscuit (brah woo)

Pull up in the trenches, bring the Maybach back (woah) 
All white motherfucker

dressed in white 
I drained every brown bottle 
I burned all the bones 
But the strongest of spirits can’t kill off your ghost

You were there the first

this plain white tee (while I'm in it)
G fazos on my feet (it's a G)
Fresh to death, ooo rest in peace 

chhhhh

I'm a always keep that drip on me (on

I say so
We whipping it up like Diego
White in the pot and it's looking like mayo
It's a rock it's not soft what you take this for playdough
Flick

Do that for free
Cant be me 
Get rich til I D.I.E.
I still got them plain white tees
I still got them chains on me
And I still got my family too

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah

Cocaine, dressed in all white
You fresh as me? Never in yo life
Run the check, or go and mind yo business
Can't even

really fit my land
I'm sorry if you're bored
All the walls of you are floored
But I don't keep things I don't need no more
Got that plain house with one

Black Widow

Kool G Rap

The Giancana Story

2002

The type she served it was quite superb
Ran through the city in a white suburb
Lived in a predominantly white suburb
She liked the herb, rockin' all

your queen
Dressed in all black wearing a mask like scream
Knock on your door and you think its Halloween
Pull up to the block and we smoking the green

a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
Well, at lunchtime
You can always find me
At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar
Just sucking on my plain white

firmly on the golden shore
You will storm the beach and plunder your score
Dressed up in white with ribbons and pearls
You can conquer all the world
But

What we were up to

Saying why were you creeping
'round late last night
Why did I see two shadows
Moving in your bedroom light
Now you're dressed in

But without insane

End-times oracles
All up in your brain
God's gonna judge
If you don't abstain
Couldn't even stop
Blood spilled by Cain
Think you'll

from
The right wing propaganda campaign
It’s all simple and plain
America customed the game
Your President got an African name
Now who you gonna blame?

nobody
We're just some niggas who're on the mic
And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic (right)
For all my Doggs keepin' y'all in health
Just

Lodi Dodi

Snoop Dogg

Doggystyle

1993

nobody
We're just some niggas who're on the mic
And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic (right)
For all my Doggs keepin' y'all in health
Just

this, 
both gills cut sick,
dope skills hunt with,

Freeze cunt sign these,
Eaze up my steeze, 
See some white Ts
Bdubs Nikeys, 

Felt those right hooks