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need me and (yeah)
Right now you don't like me, but
Later on you gonna hate me (what)
And I just got to do it
Fuck y'all, I'm a keep doin' my thing

Right Now and Later On

Fabolous

Ghetto Fabolous

2001

Right now you don't like me, but
Later on you gonna hate me (what)
And I just got to do it

Fuck y'all, I'm a keep doin my thing
It's the hoodrat

so many ways down and below
20-10 thousand leagues under the sea
Motherfuckers never know it was me
Oh, that nigga' flew so many flows
It's like so

laugh if we get caught in rain
You's with me before the fame
You said it doesn't matter
Your heart belongs to me
Big bands or pocket change
Time flew by

been the same got to go
I still think about the days
Took a drive into the haze
Now I'm passing memory lane
All the colors they change
Looks like you

don't say too much about me
I keep a kay this ain't no Glocky
I'm out the way but yet I'm popular

I'm two days from finding out if they finally take me

The People Tree

David Byrne

The Spirit of Apollo

2009

garden, you might like me (Look at all the colors!)
Underneath the people tree

ways to make money and you can't name not one? (No way, way, way)
Huh, how you claim you got all these hoes and you ain't bring not one?
Huh, went

Pimp On

Too Short

Kamikaze

2004

do is spit fo' lines
Now she got me chameleon gators with colors that flip fo' times
Now get yo'.

[Chorus]
Pimp pimp on (pimp on)
Pimp-pimp

And they asked me... Why?

I don't think I should be shot
For selling pot
Its just my little way of saying "Hi"

And now my record's all fucked up
And I'm

DON’T GO 
DON’T GO 

BABY DON’T YOU LEAVE 
BABY DON’T LEAVE ME SOLOW 
BABY DON’T YOU LEAVE 
BABY DON’T LEAVE ME 
DON’T GO (X2)

I’M COCKIN MY GUN

of a scope, takin' out a cop or two.
They can't fuck with me. The muthafuckin' killa that's mad
with potential to get bad as fuck. Now I'm a turn it around--dig

outraged, y'all, 
How could I stand my ground,
when you got me on my knees, 
With my hood on, and my hands up, and refuse to let me breathe, 
OK.

(Hook2

me the secrets to surmount the plot
Believe and stand by me, step into my world and see
What my life has finally become to be
Step into my world

Coast to Coast Gangstas

Sauce Money

The Streetsweeper, Vol. 1

2003

on the sidewalk
Color blood red, body outlined in chalk
My rhymes, two zigs all nines
Hard hit when they spit, split wigs double time
This eightball's a strict nine

She’s the kinda beauty that makes me feel at home  

We could set our worries to the wind and watch em all float away 
We could be two rebel hearts, cut

Socially Acceptable

dc Talk

Free at Last

1992

to be all outta whack
And don't bother with excuses whether white or black
To blame it on a color won't get a result
Because history reveals to me how

the new red
The Spirit and the Sword
Got me workin' on my two-step 
Flowin' like a rasti 
Dance like Jamiroquai
Speakin' simple English 
But they actin'

him
That beauty
Those exploding digital crystals of color 

He tells you
In that casual way
That when he plays this game
He sees the cracks in

two
Our conversation was one way, yeah, without a doubt

If we meet again somewhere along the way
Wonder if we can laugh about all that we went

with these hoes, now we all together[00:33.57]Look into my eyes, yeah, they color honey[00:35.28]Ain't nothin' sweet about it, I be at two face, three

we like his burgers
At the drive-in movie
She suggested 'color' could be changed to 'color' without a 'u'
On the way home, I said, "and 'thru' instead

Nikola Jokic


Getting Fetti In My DNA
Im a clutch shooter call me Mal Murray
Grinding hard I'm going all the way

Bout to link with Twoe to pick and roll

My back against the wall
Like I see y'all fronting
Drowning in your own spit and
Ain't coming up with nothing
I call this shit "Rapper Shit"
Cause I