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Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

(Great John on the beat by the way)

I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)

there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.

fuckin' Peter Piper
Get my nigga five by six for his gold
Yeah, he like a sniper, get him in his stomach

Yeah, he shit himself, he need a diaper
Ever since

you know how talkin'
On a Sprint feel 40 bang on him
I give him that Shawn Kemp feel
How the dog house in ya backyard got a
Backyard and you strugglin'

could catch me on the LAN
Eminem, I'm Stan
He was drunk drivin'
I was off the THC, so brakes I was ridin'

I just found out nine years of my life were

Jan 5th 2018
DangerMan Song, property of the DangerMan Education Foundation Inc. Written by Roger I. Tinsley
“I'm DangerMan the Black Superman”

Citronella

Aesop Rock

None Shall Pass

2007

of entertainment meets the lust for blood and demerits, cutters of the pie throw your summers in the sky, collar pop jolly roger, die motherfucker die, apache

a new trap
Swinging the track, dripping curl juice in your back
Breaking hearts like Roger is out, motherfucker

Back in the days, keepin' and keepin'

bubble white
Who fly four by four roofless cars flawless ice
For the pain for yall to know what its like
For every time it rains 40 days and 40 nights
For

That's somebody else's glove by the steps
Is it true, that part of your crew
Wanted to set this man on the couch,
Light a match, pour gasoline in his lap

Get Silly [Mr. Collipark Remix]

E-40

Beast

2008

[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, This the remix
V.I.C. You already know what it is man
It's ya folk Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Checkin' in everything

tits
Where, if you work five years for a company, you'll get an extra week off
And displaying the rainbow flag on their churches, shame on such leaders

the power stage, but a faultless performance here saw the seasoned Brit smash the course record by just over 3.5 seconds, with a head-turning leap over

pistol, forty-five
My weed miss you, these weak bitches horrified, glorified
Bitch you better get your story right
Or disappear, vamoose, Papoose
That's

a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for

Good-bye my forty-deuce

In the years to come I had occasion
To remember sweet Nancy's song
For I fell in with bad company
I lived me life all wrong
I did

In My Neighborhood

Spice 1

Hits

1998

Hey yo, Spice
What's goin' on, man?
I see five-o over there
Is that five-o?

Same muthafuckas that beat my partner down last week
But I ain't

I never forgave pissing on his grave have a party

So this nigga six four maybe three hundred pounds
And here I am, ten years old five feet off

hey)
Pint forty-five hundred but the
Pop one dollar (Man, fuck that)
Pop one dollar but the
Pint forty-five hundred
Walk around, ten credit cards
I don't

nothin
So they told me that she hate me, but it really don't mean nothin
I keep smokin' gasoline until I fuck up both my lungs

I don't play by little

Class X felony
Rottin' in Cook County with rapists facin' forty years
He'd be lucky to get a twenty-piece
My conversations with him were therapy

Convoy

Paul Brandt

This Time Around

2004

off on them hogs?)
(Ah, ten-four, about five mile or so)
(Ten roger, them hogs is gettin' IN-tense up here)

By the time we got into Tulsa town we had

nine
I said you can't date boys till your forty five
He better have you home by a quarter till nine
On the very first date
Spent hours in your room