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Pants Hang Low [Explicit Album Version; Version]

Plies

Da Realist [Circuit City Exclusive]

2008

a lot of swag shawty
Who I hang with the most, probably my 40
Been labeled a goon, that's what the hood call me
Stay in the hood, 'til I die homie, that's

worried 'bout that
I'd rather be loved by legends with careers that really last
Than accepted by some weirdo on YouTube with a podcast
Retired, now I'm

please don't tempt me
Close my eyes and bow my head sometimes I still feel empty
Need umbrellas for the rain like I'm Robyn Fenty
Fill this cup up with my

Hang It Up

The Ting Tings

Sounds from Nowheresville

2012

My friends they get me higher and higer
They're killing me with friendly fire
We meet beneath the
They're walking us by, just stay for me

My friends

Think It's A Game

Jay-Z

Off the Richter Scale

2001

Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think

negative on my positive
Please listen
Raised with a tight fist
And that tight fist the mission
Politicians talking that same ole lame
We getting fouled every

Seen A Lot of Things

Wu-Tang Clan

Of Mics and Men

2019

Yeh, yo

Expedite lyrics under a godly spirit
Thoughts forced to hang-glide even a bird could hear it
A bald head with gold metal wings look like

She got me rowdier than Robyn, imma go get her (Swoop)
Smack a bitch with a shovel, she a gold digger (smack smack)
She a snack, got her laughing,

me to take you back to where it all began
Listening to street poets black performing with my dad
Yo introduced to MCing by my cousin Scribe
Way before

the fire of fresh breath
I'm acoustic, a nuisance
Air in my lungs feeling punctured
I got grooves in me
I'm accosted, disgusted
Lumped by all my sums, it's

Lumped by all my sums, it's cathartic
Record of my losses
I'm acoustic, a nuisance
Air in my lungs feeling punctured
I got grooves in me
I'm accosted,

Girl From The Sun 
By 
Robyn Mercado 

Better days I know we’ve seen with our own two eyes
Counting stars wishing for the sun to once again shine

Sitting here by myself
And playing these sad acoustic love songs
Waiting for someone else to sing the words
You know
Not so long ago
I asked you

a part of me                                                  You can haul her away but in my heart shell remain
I'm leaving here with these Polaroid's

roads
And we'd look for love
And a villies pie at the footy on a Saturday
Muckin' round searching for myself
And they'd call me by my Daddy's name


This

Tom Dooley

Doc Watson

The Essential Doc Watson

1973

Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;
You killed poor Laurie Foster,
And you know you're bound to die.
You left her by the roadside

hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.

Time Passed 
By Robyn M

Long gone were the days when I was so used to the "new" 
Past me all the times when we would marvel at the sound of it all

See me sipping on my daiquiri
See me spitting cause I'm da-kiri
Make them listen like hear ye hear ye
Hey Siri I got the sauce piri piri
Robyn that

with me
Emergency

Cus you've got no flow (no flow)
Better let it go (let it go)
Cus you can't hang low (hang low)
Oh no
Cus you've got no flow (no flow)

Richard

Eminem

Bottoms Up

2012

how you used to love it
A nigga spew through the music, acoustics, cool kid
Used to pursue excuses, truth is, I was truant in school
So its influence

attempting to Muster up testosterone
Can't perform embarrassed by the Size of their units
Whiskey dick kentucky fried fat Fucking fuck
Chumps

To me it all

This isn't like a love story
Taylor'd write a song about
A 'You Belong With Me' story
'Cause you and me don't count
Yeah, you don't know
I'm not

suit

He said:

"Won't you come with me?
Take a seat in the Rolls
We'll go down to the City
To the government studio"

cnd he said:

"I'm from