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Off the Wall

Redman

Nutty Professor II: The Klumps

2000

pump
Knock wood, it's all good, thank god for vodka
'Cause wit my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a fanatic waiting upstairs in

something cheesy
Then take me on the kitchen floor and please me
She don't care if it's white or wheat
But she rye all day on my lunch meat
Cookin' in

Coming 2 America

Ludacris

Word of Mouf

2001

petals at my feet, man
They want to spoil me, treating me like royalty (woo)
What I'm supposed to do? It's such a sweet thing
Work that track, whip 'em

Scoop produced this by the way too
Yeah
Trap
Oh, it's seven fasho
Ayyyyye

Break down a Dutch
And dump the motherfucking guts
That shit was too

aye
Oh God hold my trey pound
You rap clowns sit around in broad day
Broad Street Bully rap
Yo Kwest you took me back
To the scuffed trees

cause my jump shot
They say I had the juice cause I pump rock
I think I had the juice every since the day
Sandy left the juice out my lunch box
Let me

Sugar Hill [Remix]

AZ

Check the Vibe

1997

oasis
Cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime faces
Sex on the white sand beaches of Saint Thomas
Though this ain't promised, I'm

seeking for oasis
Cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime faces
Sex on the white sand beaches of Saint Thomas
Though this ain't promised, I'm

cock

Couldn't even do that
Oh, hold on, my fault
Hold on, run it back, run it back
Too much sop on my cock, cock, cock

Fuck it, I'll grab it myself

kryptonite.
written by William Thomas Hyde, Georgia Elizabeth Mannion
performed by will hyde & George Alice

i didn’t mean to leave you lonely
should

(forreal, yeah)
Oh well
Niggas ain't stressing
I'm right, by God Imma learn my lesson (I learned my lesson)
Been tight
My lines they thrive in compression

Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags

Good morning
I am here with the evening news

The bus was late
Bullet to the head
The signs were great
I think I like my bed
Burnt my evening lunch

No matter what it takes, I'll push through the grind (push through, yeah)
Gonna work hard, gonna make it all mine (oh-oh)

As the sun climbs high, I hit my stride
Lunch

I Like Dreamin'

Kenny Nolan

I Like Dreamin'

1977

tight.
Got you in my arms and it's paradise 'til the morning light.

I see us on the shore beneath the bright sunshine.
We've walked along St. Thomas

knowledge is
Uh-oh uh-oh uh-uh-uh uh-oh
Uh-oh uh-oh uh-uh-uh uh-oh
I look to my left I see a man on one knee
I look to my right she want a ring by spring oh

Legs start to open, that's an omen
Oh man, please fart on my tongue
I want all that ass going inside of my lungs
I hope I can taste what you ate during

To know her he wanted to buy her
A hot dog or a big soft
Pretzel "Can I take you to lunch?" he
Asked "Oh, you don't owe me anything
" she replied "Besides I

luck
Cause you gonna have me stuck
Taking up my time like lunch
Bet you can't help me up
Drinking on my lone
Oh you trying to control me
I don't need yo

Broken Clocks

SZA

Ctrl

2017

day by day
Ooh-oh-oh
Never hearing what they say
Ooh-ooh
I just do it my way

All I got is these broken clocks
I ain't got no time
Just burning

i'm rising they will be clapping (yea)
Always coming in perfect timing
By the end of this you’ll be staring at a diamond

Shut your trap letting my

see them selfish interest
Dem be thomas so i give them proof
Angels flapping them wings on my roof
I dey guard i'm sharpening my tools
Ehweh na mind

Deep In the healing process MRIs on my soul
She tried to leave that’s fine I specialize in all alone 
I love the words but they mesmerized by

to say good-bye —
Oh, my love, on the rocks before my eyes!

Written, Arranged and Produced by Thom Kurtz. Co-produced by Tim Dolbear. ISRC: QZESK1800037