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like the dispo sike its homegrown
Swear you peons never know all the shit that i be on
Better by my lonely tell them sucka niggas begone
Then take it

Strawberries, whip cream, and all the little things that you like
So what you wanna (dooo), Girl we just cant waste all this (foood)
Would you mind if I use it

roll, with a vess cola then a  klondike
Eyes so low i cant even see in hindsight,
I smoke 'dro that'll make ya get ya mind right
I got green trees wit

west goes bad south and north dont go with it

Wayo

I cant taste the casted place the rapshow case the song of it
Hey you come onto myself give me

Dreads, beret and your smile make me wet
I still cant wait

Tu as piraté ma flemme
Tu vas pas rater la fame
Lil pirate cri sur scène
Quand tu rappes

Nothing's Gonna Change

MxPx

Plans Within Plans

You know what you want, you know what you want
But you can't seem to make it happen
So figure it out, figure it out
East meant west with big

survive, sometimes
You barely survive

London can't hear me cry as I'm talking back
Swallowed by the sky
My voice starts to crack
I lost my place and found

And the sun sets here but it fell in the west
Ask about me homie, I will aim at the throne
Say goodnight to the bad guy, Razor Ramon
You ain't on my level
Not

Damn Right

Dres

Sure Shot Redemption

1999

July ...you can't deny that we fly...see 
We play every day from L.A. to N.Y..and cross seas we got trees 
In the 
West Indes...Lord, Lord, Lord,

Tired of this or tired of life?
I can't tell
Drooping eyes, a small price 
Tired of this or tired of life?
Life?

Look at me 
In a blue velvet dress 
See

cry
Not a sailor in town, the night clubs dry
Only West Indians like me or you
Are able to get a drink or two
And as we have things back in control
Ah

Hey there asshole, no, the one after bill
Dick-shaped bruise up on capital hill
I'm not convinced by your oxford shirt
You earned it bitch, now, lift up

In-n-out like the west coast 
Fly by, get high it's your M.O 
Running round in the shadows 
Bloodshot, gettin' lost in the phone glow 

Kicking back

Every night blessed with visions
Visualize pleasures with compositions
Sober so I could get a dream in
Shit- still can't get a dream in
Issues with

by the ounce 
Blessin' bottles on the ground 
We got shots goin' around 

Yeah! Shit! 

I done pull up in a big boat and 66' classics 
Dickies

for the kill
My man
What you need is a mint
I can’t hear what your saying
Cause your Just Talkin Shit
Just admit that you wrong
Little Bill is just

You may have freedom
But I don't have
You said you're going to make America great, 
But I guess you couldn't make it great

But we can't wait another

Mama, after another long day
We can see you by the oven
A sight that melts our troubles away

Papa, with the kids put to sleep
It ain't those old

There's a hook on the end of the party line
Old boys tied together by the old school tie
Sun rises in the west
If you tell me that it's raining well I

Kenny: Kenny West, teeth Crest
Came up from the gutter
Never fooled by Fabio
I can't believe it's not butter

Bruno: Low in cholesterol, yeah
Kenny: Don't

In a test lab in China town
They made a virus, they planned to rule the world
It was funded by the West
To make them money and take your freedom

For

alright
In the corner
Jesus walking down the road
To wander east or west reveals
What he don't know
Guided by a magic man
Everybody stares
So much more than

Chimes, in the distance, calling
Blinded by the sun
Down in the west it's falling
Darker days to come

Wait for the moon, you told me
Wait till

Been outside with the Gs from the Hill and the Field
South West hot manna still in the field
Live on the blocks man chill with the steel
Time don't stop