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cramps
I call up 10 band and get yo' ass scammed bitch
I'm a wolf, you a lamb
We gon fuck to my music she said that I crank uh yea
What you want got it all

Tiny Montgomery

The Band

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes - Complete

2014

and T-Bone Frank
They're all gonna pig on down by the Fountain Bank 
One bird book, and a buzzard and a crow
Tell 'em all that Tiny's gonna say hello

Tiny Montgomery

Bob Dylan

The Genuine Basement Tapes, Vol. 3

1992

gonna pig on down by the Fountain Bank
One bird book, and a buzzard and a crow
Tell 'em all that Tiny's gonna say hello

Scratch your dad
Do that bird

gon' tell nobody 'cause that's how I was taught (what?)
And the cops can't find nobody 'cause them boys too soft (you ain't lying)
And you reap what

of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
Ask around, niggas know me
I'm a Euro boy, Ginóbili

I been so gone, I like redbones
My type

Danny Torrance
That's due to God and ones that came before us, deposit game and paid it forward
To Angel and Kade, my boys Adam and Nate
Connected through

word of mouth
Pack the fam and move to Bam
Let em' know who I am
I'm a country boy, that's who I be
L-A-N to the SKY
Girls big, tea sweet
House shoes up

the gats
They get the chance to grip 'em
And they bullets got bald heads
Clips full of cancer victims
Ya boy go dumb but I'm a man of wisdom
If this retard

Eazy-Duz-It

Eazy-E

The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 2

2002

hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it

I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,

I'm just chilling with the boys like
Couple beers, saying cheers on a boys night
Talk a lot of shit, you know what boys like
Nah, no Tate, kill that

I be missing my niggas tellem 
Meet me at the crossroads 
Tell em me met at the crossroads 
I be  missing  my dawg
Tell em me at the crossroads 
Tell

everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,

WALK MY WALK 
TALK MY TALK BIH 
THIS MY SAUCE 
WHAT IT COST
I DONT CARE BIH 
SMOKING GAS, HELLA GAS, I CANT PASS BOY 
ALL I KNOW IM THAT NIGGA,

go
That's how you make a statement that they should quote
I seen death around the corner
And I lived right by the corner store
I'm a Hot Boy, I'll

Straight Outta Compton

N.W.A

Greatest Hits

1996

back, boy, I'm comin' straight outta Compton

Yo Ren
Whassup?
Tell 'em where you from!

Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga
More punks

just tryna tell you that I'm all yours
Shopping bags, we can have a car full
(This boy got a hit)
Slide down the window while I poured up
Backwoods had

nigga
Real when I talk, you can tell by my tone
A few instagram likes, the bitch swear that she on!
Live hoes from condos riding in Lambos, stunting

smell?
Yes they are, I can tell
Well, ladies and gentlemen
That aroma enriching the breeze
Is like nothing compared to its succulent source

league with my bases keep em covered
That's some real shit
Ay, fck it imma reload look
Name hold weight like a kilo look
You might think I'm crazy call me

the rest of 'em
I took my city by storm I never asked for it
I'm with the hustlers, them murderers and with them trap boys
I ain't have no choice

[Intro]

Yeah I be the one that they love mention,
I Tell 'em keep on talking,
Cause love the attention,
And if they wanna see me,
I tell 'em they

Tony
Macaroni on these low self esteem bitches then I pass 'em to my homies
I'm everything these other boys used to be
I can tell by her face she ain't

doing
And tell em that it's not your fault that you love your dream
I decide for my life no one is owning me
Yeah I wrote this song just to conscience you

mufuckas fake I ain’t singin' to ya birds
Man I’m talkin' to the boys that will ride or die
Boys where a phone call will make em slide up
The boys where they