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Let the Dogs Loose

Threat

Sickinnahead

1993

swear they hard
Big black boots, let the dogs loose
Woof, woof, woof, woof!
Not just 3-D, funky like a fat sack of chronic
At rap so make your woofers

It can go and suck my dick
While I'm making money quick
Got few licensed teams, robotic themes
Some extremes make their means
And it seems "fun" is

Paranoid, the droga che assale
Sale sale e non fa male
You paradossale like nazista
Ebreo omosessuale no east, no west
Capello alla Joey Tempest
It’s un

BALS MUSETTE
by David Williams  1986

When you rub your hands cleaning other people’s stuff,
When there’s not enough, and you must live
When you want

OLD DEATH
By David Williams  2020

Old Death stop you in your tracks,
OD hunt you down,
Old Death lead you crying
For your loved ones not around.

Feel this funky rhythm right there
Grab somebody by the hand and tell em

Dance with me
Take me to the highest high
Dance with me
Move with me thru space

Hear the voice of summer
It's crying loud, crybaby
Maybe we have lost right incantations to make it laugh to bring us joy
Girl, I feel so lonely

Country Honey don’t come from a jar
You pick em’ fresh from a Honky Tonk bar
With the jukebox playing loud and funky
Singing like it’s karaoke

Slatt
God
A*T
Smoked a funky joint I feel fresh As f**k
Make a n***a rob his own mama Before he think bout us
Make Dj bring the drama before This

A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong,

if it's meant to be silly
But only when it's done by Milli and Vanilli

The dance is mine
A generation of felines mastered this step
Back in '69

To France, to Amsterdam, we keep it goin'
For the ones who ain't knowin'
Still westside 4 life and I'm a worldwide nigga, get it
(Chorus)
U make me feel just

Blase Blah (Off Tha Head)

Kwest tha Madd Ladd

This Is My First Album

1996

Ursula, where you at?
Aiyyo Dan, where you at?
Yo, nobody in here but me and Taj
July 23rd, watch me do it

Now, I flips like a stack

Gangsta Vocabulary

Threat

Bad Newz Travels Fast

1997

an abortion
You niggas want beef, I feed it to you raw in tiny, small portions
The lyrical composition has been composed by and written
Spitten, created for

Get Your Monkeys Out

Kix

Cool Kids

1983

Wild animals stalking me
When I go let 'em out and throw away the key
Just makes me feel hungry
It makes me feel funky
Gonna get out my monkey
Gonna get

by four thirty
So you can get there by ten

Knock on a few doors
Til someone lets you in

Can't stay long
Get up Get gone
Get home
So we can do it

Marrakesh is widely regarded as the cultural capital of Morocco, in the 60s and 70s it was a hub for hippies, which was not appreciated by locals,

the trunk
It's ok to be down
Poor broke and hungry
That's when you
Learn a little more
Something
Something
Here we go
Riding all alone back home
Flying by

lie, middle of insomnia
Subtle laced like, Wake up it's November twenty second

Everybody talkin', people walking' right by
A fly can't bird, but a bird

of the funky uncle fizzle
We be dancing on a lake when it ain't froze over
We be walking on water while you're sinking your rover
If you step any close you'll be

Grenades, let me spit it sick with Rinz send shit stains in the game
Through a damn triple rinse
Make a rise by new elements
Breaking Bad in the game and we

With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, I somehow, some way-hay
Keep comin up funky ass shit man every single

it up
Told these pussy niggas switch it up
Told my hoe to switch it up
I don't even got a hoe
Okay so if I jive a lil bitch I guess that make a nigga

One in the chamber (Endgame)

Yo I kick it like this
And I kick it like that
Just a funky dude
And I'm out kicking
These raps
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