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sheesh Shno yea yea

Gone in 60 seconds for the night
And I be wearin gold cause that's the type of shit I like
And I be foldin clothes so once I know

know now is a gold plaque
All I know, all I know, all I know now never go back

All I knew thens 60 hour weeks
An i'd rhyme for hours on YouTube beats

Treat it like a Doc, by some real G'z
Win City Boyz, dawg, this so easy, does it
Gold watch on my wrist
Gold chain on my neck
I get M.O.N.E.Y and respect

Hypothetically

The Wilkinsons

Here and Now

2000

(Andrew M. Gold/Gary Burr)

Let's just say it's raining
And you come in where it's dry
And we strike a conversation
While the storm is rolling

E Pluribus Unum

The Last Poets

The Prime Time Rhyme of the Last Poets, Vol. 2

1996

Selfish desires are burning like fires
among those who hoard the gold
As the continue to keep the people asleep
and the truth from being told
Racism

home motherfucker we out
75 South
More models gold room match the gold bottles
We ain't never chasing that clout only that bag shit slow surviving that

Front page it was told

Black fist in the air got em’ stripped of they gold

Nineteen sixty eight Mexico City 

Ain’t no pity 

Situations gritty

your minds[03:19.44]Look deep inside and gold you may find[03:21.60]Let's go![03:22.31]Tired Of being marginalized[03:24.16]Tired to see poverty up in

proclaim to be that fly
I'm the biggest in the game
ADA my gold chain
I'm swervin' in my lane, huh
This my 10 year run
I promise it'll be fun
I'm actin' like

Puffin That Stuff  lyrics, music, arrangement by Andrew M. Cohen
Earwig Music Company, Inc. 
 
Down in Memphis Tennessee,
They got a little somethin'

doing my fucking head in)
Two hundred pubs
Two hundred kebab shops
(I'm a gold bullion with lead in)
Bring me Ben Lee, a bit of dry ground
Three sixty

subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals

Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot

subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals

Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot

the look and the smell (strong)
Rose gold AP, hope this bitch don't send me to jail (bling blaow)

Shirt cost a G, shoes cost a G, nigga (bands)
And add

won't speak
Infected projection hung thicken the air
Punching is burning plastics upon whiffing the nasal cringes
Pucker another 60-second lapse while 60

Spacious Thoughts

Tom Waits

The Spirit of Apollo

2009

first on Broadway.
With dark and yellow gold,
I was 11 years old.
The inspiration was spread out like a blanket, ask em'.
My discovery was beyond

goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright, it's alright

Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA

know how it goes, tell 'em turn up the stereo
Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby
Def Jam got the place goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright,

Long and Whining Road

Public Enemy

How You Sell Soul to a Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul???

2007

right ma
As child of the sixties
All along the watchtower
I can't bet they gonna miss me

I'm only bleeding
Every grain in me
Fans if not for you
There be

Came in the game kicking doors, fucking hoes, and rocking gold
Now our pockets swoled
Been having hoes
Been having niggas on go
For real
Ask about it

the game kicking doors, fucking hoes
And rocking gold (Don't act like you don't
Know that shit nigga)
Now our pockets swoled (big racks)
Been having hoes

no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas

Ayy, what you gon' do for some cash? Ain't heard? I send it by the drop (I sent it by the drop)
Dropped sixty-somethin' for my neckpiece (neckpiece)

and go get a check
I'm Hoodrich, bitch, I got chains on my neck
Sixty ball for the Audemars Piguet
Ooh, hundred racks on me just
To flex on my ex i'm