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on an island
The brook calling me to write it
The face callin' me inside it

My whole story is a song now
All the worry that would bog me down
Turned to courage

in Cwmbran
Then on Sundays I help my mum make some jam

At 6, I goes out for a drink and a fag
By 8, I'm horned-up and I'm up for a shag
By 10, I'm

Pops Was a Rolla

South Central Cartel

South Central Madness [Warlock]

1992

fairy
Papa was a hustler, so I wanted to sling
To live up to the name I claim
Mama cried, tryin to stop me in my ignorance
But I was grown, I didn't

a Rollie
Yea
24 Shots like kobe 
Bitch im going for the block like a goalie
Yea i give her this D like my first name Moby
Im bussin a pistol
Im bussin

me if my momma don't trust niggas
Mommas favorite words get money and fuck niggas
Lyin about my age they callin my bluff
A nice brownskin shawty I tell

kill me
Hear niggas talk
But saying nothing
Cause them mumbles
Really ain't important
Baby, I'on wanna hear nothin'
But the money callin'
If my ex

attached 
Go talk to dem other hoes 
And watch how quick she call back 
Heard dat u was burnt out now watch how quick I fall back 

Ye ye u play wit my name

bitch, you know I'm with the game
Bitch, stop playin', boy, you know I'm with the flames
I ain't playin' around, bitch, they know my fuckin' name
Bitch,

really feel like home
Callin' out to God, I think he tired of his phone
Or he tired of my tone (Ion know)
Cuz I was living fast almost crashed s-started

fallin'

Yeah
I will give you my all
Straight from the heavens the light will fall
Without you by my side I'm a lost cause
You are my spine, you're divine
I

Things pretty well underway
I park my truck - turnin' off my headlights
She comes runnin' - callin' out my name
Lucky me, it's just another day
In my

want you
I think I need you
Stay by my side never leave you
If you go hungry I'll feed you
Never complain
Beat it out the frame
Naw I ain't runnin game

don't do da beggin
Yo hoe friendly got you out here stressing
Got this gas from my dawg out in Texas 
Woke up to 5 bands Issa blessing 
I ain't kno

on yo bitch
Bruce Lee Choppa this bitch got some kick
Ima' hang out the sunroof, clutching my stick
You don't S-O-B, nigga, yo jaw got fixed
If you play

emotional healing
So I put this magic on her Like my name was Matilda
Her sex game was top rank cn emotional thriller The ocean between her legs Man, it

I Don't Know

Next Level

Sprung [Original Soundtrack]

1997

down my new tal

From Slauson Trail to Oakland
You got it, I'm into smokin'
Driving me there like Martin
Callin' my lady

Scoping, looking for

how things go

His friends knew him by the name of Bingo
As he turned up the volume on the hot new single
(Turn it up son!)

From Looptroop his

Short Texas Outrolude

UGK

Dragged And Chopped Pt. 6: All Hard ! No Soft!

2006

Bitch, I'm dead and swole in a ditch
Just the other day, a fiend in your Lexus
Callin my name Blue Light, I'm Short Texas

I don't give a fuck who you

The Devil callin', but this gun wit' us
Do this for my niggas in the trap, yeah
Years in the cell feelin' trapped in
Drunk inside a Bently, almost crashed it

This shit straight (Focused)
'Fore your stupid ass end up gettin' ate
(Your ass)
Better move, get the fuck out the way
(On gang) all my youngins

callin' up to God my uncle still ain't pick up
All these niggas switchin' sides
I'm with the ones i know gon' ride
But if I ain't got nobody then this glock

But we need to face reality
Callin out your name
But you're never there
You never cared
Where were you
When I needed you?
Wish upon a star
I wish you'd

so I gotta do Paid gigs
Gotta do whatever it takes, man 10 niggas ain't really scary
Oh, I been fooled by these niggas but not anymore
Yeah my Twin is

I'm runnin' up my stacks, don't believe me, check the stats
While y'all kicked back, I dropped out and sold hats
I wanted you by my side when I made