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We Be Clubbin'

Ice Cube

Breaking Bank

1998

nothin' tryin' to prove sumthin 
Frontin' we be the niggas who be bluntin' 
On our way to the Marriott keep 'em very hot 
Westside hittin' hairy cock all

life alone
And I love my folks more than I could ever show 'em
Whatever you going through, don't give up for no one

Step by step
We stumble
There's

James
That's a damn shame niggas without game
Call them all the time I call 'em any name
I am highly respected amongst young dames
Rolling up sour bumping

naughty
But I just want you to stand by me
And I just want to go all the way
'Cause when I'm with you it's a holiday
There's no other place I'd rather

neck and wrist, aye
(Lil Boat)

When I pull to the scene
Trailed by some shooters
Young rich nigga livin' wild
All my niggas ruthless
My diamonds

Haha, dig 'em up

I go by PY, you play wit' me you gon' die
Zip that pussy lil' bitch up and send that nigga hidin'
We got bodies, you gon' die if you

I Ain't Goin' Back Again

King 810

I Ain't Goin Back Again

2016

and clothes
And we'd laugh and joke as we all showered from the same pan on the stove

Fuck it just tell 'em the truth
Tell 'em no man can take nothin from

it out

I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks
Get bread by the flocks
Bitches love me and I'm duggy from
The head to the socks
Too much to handle, here

so much, and I'm so thankful that you're in my life 
And I appreciate your love and all your sacrifice 
Without you by my side, I never could survive

All I know is paper, baby, you know what I'm 'bout (baby)
Ayy, I been ballin' crazy lately that's without a doubt (yuh)
Major labels callin' got em

the top of your head to the tip of your toes
To afros, bald heads, dreads and all the stuff
Rough and rugged by my style
Like a juvenile gettin buckwild in

all to validate me?
It's no help, I'm living like, "Oh well"
Like my English teacher said, had to show 'em, I don't tell
I show 'em I don't fail,

not much trust in 'em
I'm tuckin' 'em in bed, yeah bitch, fuck with 'em
And if anybody wanna test all my skill, I'll burn your face
Just by grillin' you

All my niggas gettin' dough
(All 'em niggas, all 'em niggas)
Wake up in designer stores, hey
(Hey) , yeah (For real)
I do what I want, I do what you

The only bricks y'all ever
Seen was your record
Sales and when you pass a construction site
These rhymes that I write
If you could bring em to life
They

by taking the risks
I made sure we brought that suttin'
You man are on thin ice with all that ducking
Lord almighty, I check the scoreboard nightly

I finally got the fame and fortune that I prayed for
Who would have thought I would emerge from all that gun smoke?
This for all the teenagers that

Yea Yea
Its 9 Tymes
The underdog
Shake Em Up Records bitch
That nigga trash he ain't gone last
That's what they say bout me say bout me
I can care

Hittas talking but I never hear a
Got em spooked, yeah they cold in the
Big moves, put ma pen to the
Step up in the game, all ya faves just
Peaked

Young McCoy, yuh
This shit is for all you mumble rap motherfuckers
Specifically, no one else
Y'all better pay attention
Now I’m walking by these

me
Get 'em out, take a look at what you found in me
Takin' flight, ain't a chance of you groundin' me
Rollin' up by the pound, why you houndin' me
Got

they gon' let that bih spray
Gang, snipe 'em, bang bang
No drive-by, this personal, hit you close range
If we really beefin' why you put it

Twerk a Little

Timbaland

Dark Days, Bright Nights

2001

you work the back bit Timbaland work the middle
Uh-oh, uh-oh! I see ya see ya smile
Uh-oh, uh-oh! Down comes your blouse
Timb' been around 'em all

tissue
And send what's left back to yo mammy
'Cause that bitch might miss you
But first, I want to slowly peel off all your skin
Degreaser boilin' hot,