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Re up on Monday sell out by the Thursday 
Bro caught a case he ain't beat it the first day 
Tell em' lil youngins' to get em' the worst way 
I'm ona'

what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,

Irving
Wasn't satisfied until he ran his bands up 
Now they curving

He aint really have no drive to go and get no nine to five
So he stayed right on that

purgin', we hop out Suburbans 
Like Kyrie Irving by the way I'ma spin back
I feel like a waiter, these bullets I'm servin'
I pull that bitch out then I

get it now
I'm can play your rhythm, let your body make the sounds
She's like something I ain't seen before, a pretty face with a heart that sore
But

future plans got 'em on today's to-do list
'Cause he rollin' wit more squares then you would find up on a rubix
Bingo, money ain't a thing ho
That

future plans got 'em on today's to-do list
'Cause he rollin' wit more squares then you would find up on a rubix
Bingo, money ain't a thing ho
That

to Sunday
Bad bitch she feening she fuck with my fengshui
Ride with some niggas ain't talking its gunplay (Let off)
Let off 11 he turn to a hopper
Playing

be fine
He can't be as fly
He don't got the rhythm
He don't got the groove
He don't got the time
No, he don't got the moves
Like I do
Like I do
He

Professional Rapper

Snoop Dogg

Professional Rapper

2015

my flow is crazy, I can switch that amazing
For example, I can be like ain't nobody fucking with Lil Dicky
When he get up on that shit and spit it sick

but it ain't for sHow
Tryna Hit a lick, no envelope
Nigga, weed ain't tHe only tHing get smoked
Cuz got gHost 'fore He even got gHost
Cuz got toast

daddy's monny
Standing in the rain with Ines Penis for like seven hours
Naiya's jacket got me drippin', bitch this Poli we devour
Ain't no schleppin' in

(Feel like a castaway)
Not going back to that life, stranded by a lake (Stranded by a lake)
That boy star struck, like he meeting the cast today (Meeting

much 
I swear these utes tryna get me obbo 
Bro said he only got four in the clip
Said every little helps ain’t talking like Tesco 
Crash dat ting like

ain’t gone do shit
No, not a thing
Cause when we pop
He get drop like some lean
Got hella racks in my jeans
Ima’ get go it by any means
I’m get money gang

my hood, I'm lurking
Ain't want your bitch cause she ugly in person
Never gon' lack, got my pole while I'm serving
Shots to the head, now he ain't gon'

views of the Rockies
While whipping down Stony, just hand me the keys!
This ain't Berlin or London but it's still something
But I know my own, my home is

Let the Rhythm Hit Em

Eric B.

Blackbeat Party, Vol. 1

Let the rhythm hit 'em

I'm the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm, then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet-proof vest,

again
I got fuck all left and give everything
And get nothing back, because love is wack
So attacking them is my best defence
I aint ashamed to admit it
I

out of town on third
Talking loud like he running point
He's no Kyrie Irving
The look outs telling us
What he saying, what he doing
This that

tried me
Got they booth smoked (Ha ha ha)
Y'all niggas play these bitches too close
I'm calling plays
He ain't shootin' with that
Seven like he Kukoč

Blue and Red beams, they shootin' in 3D
I shoot for my dreams, but I'm never sleepin'
I'm doing my thing, them niggas not peepin'
He ain't got no aim,

of less it made me who I am
I ain't talking bout no food momma need the Lamb
They think I'm Kendrick with this motion, got em sayin' "damn"
How he get like

Back on the Block [Club Trip Part One]

Quincy Jones

Remixes & Club Classics

2006

speak
But the Dude knows the streets ain't no kiddie game
You don't know the Dude? Quincy's his first name
He told me: "Ice, keep doin what you're