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keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!

[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website

White Gurl

E-40

My Ghetto Report Card

2006

get that hot
Then start to Sir Mix-A-Lot

[E-40] White girl (x4)

(?White girl" continues to repeat x12 in background)
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I

'em right
They love it when I mix the baking soda with the white
Police got me on the run
'Cause they know we movin' by the ton
City to city, state

it better
That block hot but I find
Ways to make that cheddar
I might drop my album might flop
But I got a lot of guap
So my watch gon' shine forever
I

Benzes rest in peace
They killed my lil' homie for his necklace
Don Pérignon, all this shit I smoke is strong
Mow the lawn, the snakes in the mix
I want

that's
There's a lot of percussion
There was yeah
Lots of things getting hit by other things
A notch down
Ctrl+A
Kay, now we're ready
Ctrl+C
We literally

to be defeated
By some freak mix of Shady friends
Who may try to make this beef stick
But any chance that my foot wont' snap off
Into their greasy ass,

than happy hour
You set a new goal I've already climbed the ladder
Set a record that I've already shattered
You looking beat up there
Gotta mix before I

to be Clearing my head when i drive
For now i'm exploring by driving my Taurus, it's more enough to be getting me by
Thinking that it'd be nice to switch

oh, girl, your body good
Boardroom smart, but I love it when they hood (yeah)
Aquazzura Amazon sandals in that emerald green
Same color gown by

the Mix-a-Lot
Bitches put 'em on the glass while
I'm puttin' stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me like cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get

she suck the dick alot
I'm fuckin wit y'all like Sir i'm in the mix alot

Singer* Background Singers*
Why'd you have to go and play yourself
Girl you

Mouthpiece

E-40

Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire

1999

weed back seat full of garbage bags
Lookin' fo' that money train lookin' fo' that treasure
Like to fuck a lot mix the business wit' the pleasure

thing I drop is platinum albums (what else?)
Drop ex hoes, drop bad habits, drop fire shit, still drop acid
Drop a pin, I'm pulling up like 'bam-bam'

they won't 

stop it

Though it's just my dad's mum and la mama de la mama'

Played your mum my album and she's like "T come on
 
by!"

And I'll come

Jinx

A Kukliński Rich jak Punisher Big
Każdy cop to Pig HIP HOP robi Pih
Przejebany bit jak Sir Mix mam Lot
I szalone flow Rakim oddaj sos

PMD ma skill

lungs like launching a rocket
Album mode, they never new what i was writing
They tried to pass me the puff, i told them i love it green, no mix
Words am

don’t do that Na uh
I’m on that gas sir it was grown by a master
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that’s coming they keep coming faster
I don’t

Na uh 
I'm on that gas sir it was grown by a master 
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that's coming they keep coming faster 
I don't care if

Who's the Man?

Heavy D & the Boyz

Beats & Rhymes: Hip-Hop of the 90's, Vol. 3

1997

it's done, uh

I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I

Who's the Man?

Heavy D & the Boyz

Blue Funk

1993

Uh!

I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I dug Soul

I'm a Fool

Soulja Slim

The Streets Made Me

2001

only time will tell, but until then I'll be stackin' my mail
by album album sells, Magnolia wear dwells
I love them bricks, I love the ghetto hoes
'cause

box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about, you just tweet a lot

Smokin' on your album, puff puff, I'm a rasta
This ain't even pressure, you ain't

what happen
When the album drops
Cause yall the type to let a classic flop
Some OGs claim the culture but
They sound like Sir-Caps-A-Lot
You couldn’t