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just gone play
And bitches be trippin cause they dont wanna
Ever stay down with a nigga, when a niggas doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I mashed

Hard to find
      (Don't leave me on my own)
      (Rip me at my centrefold)
      A love divine
      (Like Midas, you touch me and I turn into gold

castrate motherfuckers
The cuts on bodies, I touch puss with the color of mustard
There's really nothing you can call my bluff on
That dope we keep 'em stuck

I Can't Live Without My Radio

LL Cool J

Music from the Mound

2007

My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC

gualas trap and eat
'Member when gualas starved, it's only right my gualas eat
It's only right my gualas ball, we die for JLs on our feet
Niggas

the low
I been shoveling streets when they making it snow
When I'm gripping the heat I just cannot let go
Man I'll be the last standing of all of my foes

feet deep down and leave some stitches but
All of my life I've been tryna make some digits but
Every time i fuck around getting stopped by the midgets

LBC and The ING

Snoop Dogg

Best of Mack 10 [Explicit]

2007

anyway, what can I say? 

Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay? 

So when you in LA, or nigga round my way 

Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah

soon we'll be all up in the picture
When i have my first son give em a black bar mitzvah (Oh my god)
Some how i skip over beef (Beef)
Touch road and get

if you run these streets, run these streets correctly
Well feet don't fail me now I never knew my feet to test me
Lord knows, I wear new clothes

Bout the South

Three 6 Mafia

Prophet's Greatest Hits

2007

on the strip, grip is what we holdin'
Makin' money, ain't shit funny, about these Memphis streets
Hookers get pimped from their head to their fuckin' feet
Walk

on the strip, grip is what we holdin'
Makin' money, ain't shit funny, about these Memphis streets
Hookers get pimped from their head to their fuckin' feet
Walk

Catch me smoking in the streets, no leash
Keep my homies by my side, oblique
I like it when she ride
I go deep so deep
And I know she like it when

havin' cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it

a rut
Still made the cut like Ichiban
Lychee martinis
Putting my feet down in the sand
Every hour just keep rushing
By like Ricky Tan
What happened

be hating when I be floating by
Hello hello hello hello good bye
I know you be hating when I be floating by
Walking down the street in my dope

Everything I touch turns gold
Even my streets made of gold

No need for dictionary 
cos I speak in tongues daily

Everything is working for me

cave
Tryna make it out
Now I ain't the same
Poor dude, never loved
Don't cry over spilt milk
I'm angelic like a gold dove
By the skin of my teeth
I

out
I smoke exotic with exotic bitches, that's my lifestyle
I touch her body so politely
Keep that pussy bald-head for me
I fuck on her, now she

turning green to go
But I'm seeing colors from when the sun was sinking low
My heart is racing, like I've got to move my feet
Ooo-oo-ooo
Reverse the engine

to trust when you surrounded by all these snakes
I keep it real with niggas but they so stuck on being so fake
Tryna touch a Mill they said dyin young was

From Here to There Eventually

Steppenwolf

Monster

1969

a blessing

But I remember when I still embraced you
A lttle prayer would ease my mind
'Til I saw that you hide from the misery outside so I left you

I Need Dubs

Master P

The Ultimate Master P

2006

[Master P]
When I'm alone in my car, I'm thinkin about Ms. Lorenzo
My girl Enkei, Sprewell
Giovanna, Daytons, Momos, Diablos
And my girl Asanti

on world tour
And when I touch back
Who you thinking they call (Wale)
Yeah, still high two-steppin' it
Do it for the capital, Wale Ovechkin
SB hundreds, yes,