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Show Your Ass

J-Kwon

Hood Hop

2004

goin' thirty at least
Show-Offs on the cap, plus her ass fat
It's so big she gon' let me hit it from the back
Not knowin' she a rat, she suckin' on my

On the wire like a ragged old scarecrow
Bloody hands and broken back
When they fire, see him pirouette solo
Jump in time to the rat-a-tat

What a night though

Show Your A**

J-Kwon

Hood Hop [Clean]

2004

let me hit it from the back
Not knowin' she a rat, she suckin' on my tat
I gotta rub her, so there's nothin' wrong with that
The weed hold that,

ay pinuno ng Pack.Kasama nyo sa hirap at pati sa sarap.Sabay sabay iangat ,Bulsa na dati payat ngayon fat,pasok sa year of the rat.dahil sa sipag

U&I

Dia

Vacation in Hell

2018

Load .45 rat-tat, homicide for my niggas
Word up, 'cause you my brothers, love 'em to death
Written in stone, I take my heart and rip it out my chest

L'abballata
(Lyrics: Traditional from Calitri; Music by; Traditional, Crescenzo Martiniello & Gaetano Tavarone)

Una mi ruj mi tre cancell', cum' t'

they shoot for fun (Boom)
Day or night it don't matter so once you hear that thump (Bow)
Or that rat-tat-ta those ain't nick cannon drums
Live in my city

at that tat
Cleveland is the city where I'm at
Bring the cheese and turn this bitch
Into a muthafuckin' rat trap
Fuck the chorus
I been hated and they know

And a sun tan, honey
But until I get them
Killing you's a fun plan, sonny
So better start running
When you hear my bones rattling
A rat-Tat

the thrill, for real no tit for tat or back to back, ay
Loaded hip, blow the clip, then I dip to where she at
At the drop of a hat, no cap
Heartthrob,

lack
Big bank 'bout my bag
Blew a bag not bad
Boy it's game on, no lag
I don't go tit-for-tat
I cannot go for that
It's DEBO and I'm back, yeah
I wanna

J-Ro, oh, you didn't know? No
Well, fuck you then

I hang with cats, who chase rats, and kick tats
Hit the eightball like Minnesota Fats
Got more than

said you were done
I see why people end the pain by using a gun
Yeah yeah
One for the broken heart
One to sit on the chart
One for those who felt

but damn this shit feel right
Copped a bottle bet it’s empty by tonight
Same shit that killed Pimp C in my Sprite

It’s ironic AM come alive at night
I

gedisst
Ab heute sind wir Feinde wie
Die Bloods und Crips
G-Funk-Einfluss, C Walk ist ein Muss
Drive-By, es reicht meist zu zielen
Nur ein Schuss von

Pull up like a scooter
I need me some shooter
My Glock longer than a ruler
Smokin' on you losers
Got the Mac, it go rat-a tat
Shoot it to your back
I got

you telling' story teller you can tell just by my tats
Fuck that cooperate shit I bust out that tuxedo wit that Mac

Look how I walk around
I'm going

for tat and I don't fuck with that
Like a bitch who be around the trap but I can't trust a rat
Mobb member, park the truck out front and turn

doubt it
Cause you been solid
And won't do me like that
You ain't chasing after cheese
I know that you wouldn't rat
You don't ever take their bait
Cause

for tat
I'm a big dawg
I put the gang first
Boogie flow
Real talk
No cap
Young nigga rather say less
Ran him by for that sack
Brody said have trust
It

you have it but when you don't
Shit can get tragic so I'm black flaggin
Shoot it up vest with the matic
Rat or tat it we ain't cut
From the same fabric

to compete with me
I been betrayed by plenty of rats
The proof is the knife scars on my back
I wear 'em with pride like one of my tats
And a reminder

and the rat-a-tat drums, big brass bass, big brass bass,
and the piccolo, the piccolo with uniforms, too
with a shiny gold braid on the coat and a big red stripe

Cause that was the slogan showing, when they tried to see my tats
Never knew what was in the skin, would finally be a fact
Feeling like mother nature's,