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Malibu on my yacht (twenty-five hoes)
I got twenty-five M's in the bank, no cap, no lie (yes sir) (twenty-five)

Run up an M, ain't trickin' (run it up)

everything, broke my heart baby
Now I sit alone falling apart baby
I got attacked by you talking behind my back
(I'm all set)
Ten drinks down, feeling empty

The Genius Is Back

King Tee

Ultimate Collection, Vol. 1

1999

a physician
Like a Space Shuttle I'm on a mission
Homeboys and girls, don't be afraid
Because I'm down by law with Mix Master Spade
You never heard my voice

Macaroni

A Boogie wit da Hoodie

TBA

2016

she really at?
Probably got location on your phone, she know where you at
A lot of niggas hatin' on the boy
Why you really mad?
Is it cause I'm

posse, you got a bunch of dudes
Your broke, cold cryin 'bout the rockman blues
Ya beat up on your girl, and now you're all upset
She's with the Mix-A-Lot

Can't Stop

Too Short

Nationwide 2 Ghetto Pass: The Compilation [Southwest Wholesale]

2000

of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot

Dem Callin on the beat
AK
What's up, Wiggz?
I make shy folks mix
Turn around and hit the splits
Heard the sounds spit out my fist
Stirred aground,

And we roll
He mix wit
Got caught by the
Now that nigga
Now that nigga dead
When up it I'm aiming for heads
I'll Heard they was laxking they filled em wit

the socks, it be hoes in the block
Backyards be money

I got to come through with loads of the rocks or the bricks
Back to days when I wasn't movin' bricks
But

flavors of the trees came lime green like hulk yea (lime green like the hulk) 
Smoking bats of sherbet ayyyy 
Mix it in with cookies ayyyy 
I got different

flavors of the trees came lime green like hulk yea (lime green like the hulk)
Smoking bats of sherbet ayyyy
Mix it in with cookies ayyyy
I got different

bigamy

I swear my vision different that yours
I sold some weed got some more
I got yo bitch at my door
I’m sippin this cup dnt give a fuck
A lot of liquor

me a lean fuck take it easy
Am feeling dizzy
Take me back to the city

Check up ma name (Check up ma name)
On the VIP list (On the VIP list)
Mix up

like you did before.
Said come on baby you think I'm so blind
I see what you're doing behind my back all the time
I get suspicious when you call me

(It's loaded)
Ay, ay, ay
I got the blick and it's loaded
Yes sir I pick it and stow it
Unwrap my dick and she blow it
I just got money you know it
I buy

3 A.M.

Timbaland

The Inspiration: Thug Motivation 102

2006

the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?

[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with

got the victory
All my old thotties, yeah, they be missin' me
If I wasn't me, then shit, I'd be missin' me
Bust it baby, mix it up with the Christian

to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't

then I'll get a whole lot of change!
Ain't none of your niggas gone buck you know that I don't give a fuck your niggas done ran out of luck!
I ain't got

got a lot to say
I want all my niggas to get up and stay awake
Your own shit, your own whip

Keep the mission without ambition Your soul, be missing,

my life, a lot, and things could have been so much worse for me. I did have the generosity of people that try to keep me safe. There's a story my

his back settle all that are fronting
I'm where the bull shit turn to manure, no farming
Had to shake the shit off
Where we grew up they sling onions
No

a silent night (Shh)
Please get your mind right (Get it right)
I got the time tonight (Dig)

Having water like alkaline
Off a Perky, I break her spine
Mix

the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (Shake it) Shake it (Shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)

Baby