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Rock Yo Hips

Crime Mob

BME Mixtape

2006

Lil' Jay on the track, nigga
Aye and you already know it's ya boy Lil' Scrappy
We finna have the whole M-F world, rockin' in dis bitch
Look

Rock Yo Hips

Crime Mob

Young and the Restless

2007

Lil' Jay on the track, nigga
Aye and you already know it's ya boy Lil' Scrappy
We finna have the whole M-F world, rockin' in dis bitch
Look

Hot in Herre

Bill Evans

The Great Kai & J.J.

1960

bit of 
Let it just fall out
Give a little bit of
With a little bit of 
Let it hang all out
With a little bit of 
And a sprinkle of that 
Let it

dance
Till I explode
Violet tears fall from his eyes
He makes me wanna die

I have this boy
He’s a sex machine
I lose my breath
When he does his thing
He

erections I got direction boy
It just that way i rock away
Rocawear on me penny hardaways
Kick game sick when i do collaborate
No off white kicks let me do

the county
Packing the pound up
Hold ya head boy and know
Better days are upon ya
When you start to pop be aware
Whose really for ya
Same niggas screaming out

romance
Look, baby, I just wanna do me
Like, yo, what you talkin' bout slow dance
Yeah, well, you know I got cold feet

All these women wanna make it work

boy in town like sauna
Got eggs got rice come over
See just what I told her
The new shits not the older
The new shits what I sold her
Huge grounds, I

girl nize that
I'm making the money dance
I'm back, back at it again
I got this bag in my hands I'm making it dance I'm doing my thing
But I got all

calling all the boys about, Hey Hey
Ancient voices calling out calling all the girls about, Hey Hey
Have you turned off the news
I can hear a new song
Don't

struggling
Tired of putting our loved ones in the ground
And our young men out here hustling
Man the government ain't been no help
Lord we don’t need no

need a friend
Even the rats are out of town by ten
You better keep your ass behind locked doors
While the cops treat all this like a civil war

So

I left
This is my final dance, please can you leave my head
My head is so cold, I watch the world unfold
I bleed out of control, control is unknown

He grabs up his rosin and rope
His boots and his hat
His half empty can of Skoal
Jumps into his truck
And with any luck
Be headed out west by noon
He

Yo, by the way I slay the dick its never lazy
Call me daddy call me baby
I'ma dirty dance in that pussy so you might as well call me Patrick Swazey
Flow

your dance
So ima do my dance
Know i love my niggas but I'll do it by my damn
Sling it like a pitcher ima strike you 
Niggas out
Know some killers out

skrt a wraith
Or give your chick a taste
Car racing to fast
No I never come in last
Get out or get passed
White boys they bash
Your chick I might crash

Let's go to benihanas I'll take you out that drama yo ex boy get shooked like whoop 
whoop whoop i got em lookin right like I'm the king of uganda. Baby

I talk like this, get guap like this, on the spot like this, got moves
Like when I rock my hips and I'm doin' my dance, she like wait who is you

She

I feel like shit
Come on a drill, who shall we hit
She off a pill might dance a bit
Just for the thrill I blam the bitch (um)

Hit like six to thirty

switching my fits
Try n talk down, now that lil boy in a ditch
I been having my way, how she having a fit

Bitch always mad i'm out selling this shit
Need

a cross-dressed man and I'm here to dance
I got an inch worm snuggled in my boot cut pants
If you see me cry, you better walk on by
'Cause I don't wanna share

not what I got to give 

If You wanted me to die, now you gotta watch me live 


I ain’t come in here to party | Ain’t come in here to Dance 

I came in

yeah
Drinkin' till the lights here
Singing all these nice chants
I just wanna
Take you out down the road to all the bars and places you don't know
Don't