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Yoke the Joker

Naughty by Nature

Naughty by Nature

1991

of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you

I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass

you I'm raw
By the fall
Your eyes used to glisten
I stare at your pics in the kitchen
Why's every day a new tomorrow
I been seeing the vision
And if

Chicken Room

Gucci Mane

Trap Back

2012

with my madam and a fat blunt
I dump the ashes in an empty cup of grape fruit punch
I'm having fun, prima donna
Sellin’ pills and chron’
I need it by

When the wind blows
Chillin’ with the bros
Uptime big time got the rap flow
Want that Cali life but I’m eating pizza rolls
Only 15 but I wear

crap it's malfunctioning as if the caf is summoning
Running by I’m hurrying
All the people wondering
Where the hell I’m going
Burst through the doors

Bring Them All / Holy Grime

Wiley

Bring Them All/Holy Grime

2016

I spit and my arms start swiniging, I'm bringing
More raw shit than a Beckton works
Smell it and know why Kano writ it
Wrote it, fuck me, alright,

by my body I'm sexting her
I'm Texting her
The end of the night the party be over
I'm sending one text told her come over
Needed to speak to her that's

nothing
Raw and smooth
I always do it Raw and rough
So I'm gonna take the first verse of this song
And do it Smooth
but then I'm gonna do the 2nd verse

We on
Yea, You getting me hot
Huh you getting me hot
You getting me hot hardly
I'm cool when I'm up in the party
Yardy a shotta
Max go mad when he

Mhmm
No matter if I'm wrong or I'm right
Mhmm
I need you forever by my side
I need you to talk to me
I need you to talk to me
No matter if I'm wrong

Yo, I just need some time, I'm tryna think straight
I just need a moment in my own space
Ask me how I'm doin', I say "okay," yeah
But ain't that what

Tequila Dance

Darryl Worley

Sounds Like Life

2009

see I‘m kinda crazy, I like the extremes
So all of my life, the girl of my dreams
Was everything nice, sugar and spice
And tequila on ice 

I was

catch me if these
Rhymes were at a slow pace
I'm the southern spice hip-hop didn't
Have a choice to take
'Cause you could recognize my voice even if
I

You don't hustle, you don't eat, I, keep it "G"
That's how I was raised 
Ain't no love in these streets keep that Glock on me...
Ride by my LONELY

I'm

a little spice who goes toe to toe when it’s time to fight
Pouring up that Gin but I don’t need no Sprite
Smashing on the gas I’m running red lights
Better

Cropping
Lattes are my Life
Pumpkin Spice is my Blood Type!

Cozy by the firеplace
Sippin' cocoa out a flower vase
I’ll movе my scarf out of the Way
To scarf

you a spice
This is really my life im still and my lane
Make it look good I stomach the pain
Deal with it nigga it come with the game
Im actually lit

finna spice up his mouth like it's Cajun (Uh-huh)
White plug, he with me, that nigga named Jason
Takeoff, I'm catchin' the heat like I'm ragin' (Skrt)

pack the blicky
Smoke em in the back by the woods
No Halloween treat or it get tricky
Roadman Roadman Roadman Roadman Roadman i'm in the city
Please

shaking the dice
Take some advice
If you ain't with the spice
Get out of my way and
Don’t play with your life
Low key
I’m a drop the top off
Everybody know

Hi, I'm high
They made me eat a cookie kush and now I'm high
Why, like why
I need a couple shots of vodka tell me why
She likes it when I Choke her

That's the name I always go by
And no, I'll tell you no lie
If you wanna know why
I'm gonna tell you why
Cause, I'm a huggable, lovable, hell of a guy
I

dropped out of school? I dropped out of school too
But they call me king piranha so I’m not crossed with bullshit
I’ve been squashed by a tractor and I’m

really wanna suck on the dick 
And I don't really wanna fuck with the bitch 
Just dip, it's clipped 
I'm gone, don't trip

Yeah
I don't know how I'm