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smoking a J 
Wait on the climax 
Don't be disturbed by how it is cuz it's just like that 
You twist on the pole to feed the kids 
But it's just like that

Big bands on me ready for vacation 
30 bopper keep it on me send that boy to satin 
Pocket watching but its by the belly like a apron
Dope deals she

still keep it a buck 
Pick him out like pumpkin patch then we gon cut him up
Like what
I'm living it up
I'm coping an cudi then crashing a truck
Like what

just want some sex
Tell get some sense
Me I'm chasing susses
And I came along way from them buck beds
No more stopping now
We run reds

Iv seen a lot

on
Focused on
Focused on bands
Out by the summer
Ay kick my feet up
Kick my huh
I was just ridin' round town
In that mufuckin' what
Ay gave it away
I ran out

I'm tired of bitches, with this internet shit
Y'all ain't never outside, y'all don't never do shit
Next bitch flex bands, next bitch getting

ain't stupid when you got a gun actin like cupid
Hand all inside your fuckin waist band
Actin like you's a fuckin big man
You ain't got shit on the lokest

Skip to My Lou

Gus Filippeos

Baby Moves: Dance with Mom

2007

Skip, skip,skip to my lou
Skip, skip, skip to my lou
Skip, skip, skip to my lou

Put on your Sunday, go to meetin'
And I'll take you by the hand

Scumbags of the world, time to fight
Let's band together in the cracks in which we hide
Husbands, lovers, wives, don't be denied
Come out with all

a young buck who grew up with mud on his face. 
So I spread love if you pass the time hearing this 
Signing out is Eso, Mud and the glassy eyed lyricist.

wanna meet ya
I just want one night
I don't wanna keep her
Raised by the dope dealers
I used to have a beeper
I get a lot of bucks, broke is not popular

out the ghetto
We finally on track, now it's time to hit the pedal
Can't look back, gotta keep killin'
Time goin' by but I keep Crippin'
Yellow gold

be floatin' in the lake by ten
I don't fuck with confused liars
Rather lay low with a slut, consumin' my nut like a new diet
Brother, I'm too fire

I Dedicate This to You

Apathy

Honkey Kong

had a fucked up year
Weighed a buck-eighty wet and had fucked up gear
Drove a blue Buick Century filled with cassettes
I was broke as shit, more

True Drew

Diesel Boy

Cock Rock

1996

true drew that guy from that band hole what's he got that I ain't =
Got? a million bucks and courtney love and whole lotta pot but without =
You this

I do what I want
I rock a Red Sox hat in the Bronx
I don't floss, I just rap about flaws
I get bucks like fawns while
They all just flaunt
They wonder

We're stuck up in the realest of time
Yeah, I wore a camo band
Richard Mille for the time
Two hundred bucks for a watch
Niggas would kill for the time