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Woof!

Snoop Dogg

The Game Is to Be Sold Not to Be Told

1998

up a sack (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
To my nigga Mystikal, Fiend, and my big homie Master P
Cause that's just the way this shit gon' be

Westside Slaughterhouse [Edited]

Ice Cube

The Best of Westside Connection [Clean]

2007

of the click
All you suckas want to dis the pacific
But you buster n****s never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we f***ed
Her p**** whipped b****

Razah:
You can't stop the reign, you can't stop the reign, no
When it starts to fall, when it starts to fall

Shaq Diesel:
R.I.P. B.I.G.
From your

acknowledge it
Flow is crazy I'm saucing
Flying by on a rope swing
Wind blowing you talking but I don't see no walking
You crazy boy
You aint making noise
I be

One Time Gaffled 'Em Up

Compton's Most Wanted

It's a Compton Thang

1990

(Chorus: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Tired of the mother fucking jackin
Boys that be jackin
Tired of the motherfucking jackin
Police, want to front;

to say i made the best Grime albums anymore
the man know that i did

anybody upset can hit my DM’s
i shine through the dark just like 3M
no typo there’s p

In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild

surround by sound it's clean-
Clean
Freestyle King big bezeltyne, Iceberg shirt with the
Matching jeans
Let the top down watch the wind blow, whoa look like

Drop Yo Top

E.S.G.

Da Heavyweighters Tilting the Scale

2006

rock with me
Swang and bang I'm back in the game, come on y'all drop
Tops with me

Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.

Drop Yo Top

E.S.G.

City Under Siege

2000

rock with me
Swang and bang I'm back in the game, come on y'all drop
Tops with me

Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.

and
Ready to pop anytime
     Big brother by his side
Short stout kinda wide
     P T 145
Three 9s
     I define them as triplets
P T 111
     The millennium

bouteilles monte
Sur ma bistouquette ça fait bang bang bang
Bitch You XXX, you pay on avance en bande
Les p´tites macrelle sont souvent présentent
En entrant

nigga You get high, real cooler

Baby Joe, don't fuck with niggas, nigga Suffer this attention
Hit it big, then I'll demilce her, nigga She a gold digger

Outro [Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water]

Limp Bizkit

Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water

2000

me, the whole pop world, you know
This is a phat beat, by the way
And I'm talkin' P-H phat
Thank you to, uh, DJ Lethal for this phat beat
Did you

Greetings
This is TylerMade
Aka not your average album
Every beat is made by Muah
I produced this Album
And they say I'm just a rapper
Lets Go
Uh
Let

walk, bang to the beat
My album's the dope that I slang on the street
Make piñatas of foes, let 'em hang by the feet
Bat to the brain, then I aim for

Fast Cars

Aesop Rock

Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and Knives

2005

Checkmate sucka, not a move, game's over!

Who's that walking with a hole in his head?
Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread
What's

dream girl just called back
I'm still repping that north side with
That big P on my ballcap
These broke niggas don't like me
Cause they say I think I'm

Got Beef

N.W.A

The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 2

2002

the morning!
I got big C-Style on the grill
Eastside! Keepin' it way real
Dogg Dogg, LBC

If you got beef, with DPG,
Then holla at me, the D-O-G
If you

album
Sike I'm playing
But really what would I be without em
They the future of this earth when I'm not around
I'm thugging by my lonely I ain't hanging

That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
8 Track

I Don't Wanna Party Wit U

DJ Quik

Street Vibes, Vol. 7

2001

they needin' more than that hoe (than that hoe) the big fat hoe
Tryin' to get every ballin' nigga in the saddle (yee-ha!)
Lap dance, fat chance, hot

to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean
Now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by

the fiens, come by some soft
Big ass glizzy hold a 50, we aboutta run down
Choppa get to clapping at a nigga big ass 556
Talking crazy get you're ass shot in