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May I

Snoop Dogg

Dead Man Walkin

2000

Now... who got the beat that makes ya bump? 
And who got the bump that ya thump? 
Well, I got the funk that makes ya bump 
So we gon funk this

Kicking all this shit then I pass it to my bruh
Yeah
Welcome back to 106 & Park
I don't know what the fuck we finna play
We got this new song by King Gio,

Jumpin
In
This bitch
We lit
Roll some fire
Grab the lighter
Smoke the room out
We getting fumed out
Yeah we tryna get money
Bullshit is getting tuned

is winning
We clutch in the innings
Only the beginning
We in it
Easy

This world needs us
My heart it cant trust
Your word don't mean much
Yah I've had

problems we can solve em

I've been on my extra shit
I've been tryna move these hits
I've been tryna groove with this
But
The cycle that I've went with it

revolutionaries in the thang, don't
You know this mindset won't always be the same, solidify your solitude, in the choir
Too, be quiet too, people would never

to the bone
You don't need no rap singer
Throw up yo' middle finger
And do yo' thang

Break it down like this
So I guess by now right now
You know that who's

All I Know

Cee Lo Green

Six O'Clock, Vol. 1

2001

as the ceiling
Got me feel like I'm (cursed) from this heart that I'm dealing
And all this liquor hoeing brother and goose-neckin
That I do but I don't want

She got toys, but want me instead
Cause I keep going when the battery's dead
And I don't need Viagra
I sex till the morning after
I leave that thang

the hazard
Cappadonna style discombobulate your asses
We highly rated over this overrated classes
Not really the masses
But to disregard the fascist
Real raw

Da B Side

Da Brat

Anuthafunkdafiedtantrum

1996

hestiation
Live with the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me
And we'll be rapping

If the Sky Falls

Bizzy Bone

The Midwest Cowboy

taxes, I only smoke up the blunt
And I don't have time to front, you're rollin with me well let's move
We duck the funerals, the usual, Bizzy let's groove

deep down they really don't love me
She got a Lil glimpse of my diamonds
I gave her my heart
She ain't care for a thang she cut me
She wanted to fuck

makes me second

I don't understand why they keep saying they'll enter into heaven first
Don't we all enter into heaven by being good to others and not

to lose
Too much to prove
So I ain't tripping if fool acting rude
Opinion of sheep never alter my mood
Roll up this leaf and proceed on my groove
Hit

Doin' Dirt

JT the Bigga Figga

Playaz n' the Game

Viscous as they come you know it's unbearable 

G got a Mac-10 D got a Mac-11 

Seff got a Glock 17 send em straight to heaven 

So now you know

Ain't got no time fa the devil
I whip them tears off my eyes
Proceed to ride with that metal
I live by telling no lies
I'm sum this world it can't handle

living for them Benjamins all about my dividends I Don't Want to Lose My Soul

It feels like we go through hell before we get to heaven
Every level there's

a way bigger plate
Too much ice swear a nigga could skate
Gorilas by me but I don't rock no bape
This a marathon lil bitch not a race
Ain no shortcuts

Rollin' smooth with the groove, never hesitate Yeah we dead and yeah we bent but we never break
Drop the rude attitude for heaven's sake, let your hair down

What a Job This Is

Dré

Whole Foods

2007

members
We gotta always look out for baby momma nagging
You know I'm saying kids need this and then again
The public need that, we gotta make hot music

She dangerous in disguise
Shot for you I'll sacrifice
Fireflies we ignite
Spread my wings I'm lifted high
Heaven I'm in paradise
Dancing by

my playa file

Huh, know pimping ain't a
Thang over here homie yeah we straight
But you know we playa at the same time
This next verse here
Is for them

See the love that these niggas showing I don't need it family
Growing smarter furthering distance, missing my grandma kisses, does heaven have