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stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches
I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em
Let's speak

You been cap from the start, Eminem would autograph it
My road in the sky, I ain't getting caught in traffic
You might've hit a three, but you never got

blood division
Run it like a shadow no sticky as hell
By the way i move u can say
That i was burn by jail
Have a lot of mistakes
Living like a pop was

a pop was
Military dropped hoess, on a parachute
Sitting in the crib, where new gonn sugar
She dancing by bullets, tra ta ta pa pap mullas
Everything i

a pop was
Military dropped hoess, on a parachute
Sitting in the crib, where new bitch gonn sugar
She dancing by bullets, tra ta ta pa pap mullas

Texas, 1947

Johnny Cash

Look at Them Beans

1975

actin' like this might be something more
Than just pickin' up the mail or the soldiers from the war
Somethin' even old man Wileman's never seen before

like it, do somethin' to ya
Hope this indecent proposal make you do somethin' with me
F*** a dollar, girl, pick up 50
And f*** a coward, you need a real

Yeah
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
Bitch
What the fuck?
SKEE
Hop on the beat and get to snappin like it's jazz or somethin'
These niggas weak they needa go

up pilates is under me
Only time I go to my back is when the woman by my side is on top
The cream of the crop she creams squeezes I pop
Got me feelin'

Free Trap, motherfucka,
I'ma say it every time
We need to make somethin' now
Bro, just called my phone, he finna take somethin' down

Aw, man, count

know how that be, I'm a motherfucker by the end of the week
In my real eyes I can realize they ain't real guys
It's somethin' bout homie ain't lookin'

2588
Jump down
Run out the, run out the town
Get a gun, strap up, safe from the sound
Somethin's not right with this crowd
How does it keep getting

2588
Jump down
Run out the, run out the town
Get a **** strap up, safe from the sound
Somethin's not right with this crowd
How does it keep getting

shit ain't my fault

Sent by the devil, it pop my demon, know the stalker, mo
We had took three of they niggas, what you think they cryin' bout
Won't

in the street
She asked me how much was a fit, bitch, I'm too rich, I dropped a G
Only time y'all up is somethin' its one of them and y'all 4 deep

If

The Groupie Routine

Frank Zappa

You Can't Do That on Stage Anymore, Vol. 1

1988

gotta tell me somethin',
Are you here in hollywood long?
I mean, I just...
No, I'm ah, we're recording here in town
You're recording here?
Yeah,

like a motherfuckin' cannibal

I pull up the '63 and pop, I pour up the lean today, the Wock
This bitch the clean, the straight, the drop
They ask,

(Mfoss, you drippin' on them, motherfucker)
(6lement)

I know a story of a young boy tryna become somethin'
In the streets he hustlin', started

ain't old
We thug clubs gettin' them hoes drunk
My home wished that in the air
We got them things in somethin' pop off
With the crew we finish them
I

drop somethin'
I can give my big bro a dime, he'll pop somethin'
These niggas not real slime, they imposter
I know that my opps somewhere now playin'

Let's Get High

Dr. Dre

2001 [Clean Digital Version]

1999

Come on let's get high

I make the four hop {*hydraulic sound*} pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Stompin' in the party,

U Know

Dr. Dre

Restless

2000

the bitches at
Holdin' somethin' heavy to help you straighten out your back
A couple of drinks and I bend you over the kitchen sink
So what, you think I owe

go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart

and told him change me
My past gon' make me wack somethin'
Hallelujah, all my shooters got Rugers
Don't be no crash dummy
Brick by brick, bitch, I jump
Out