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Don't Trip

Trina

Drank Epidemic

2005

Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy

Don't Trip

Trina

Bootleg This, Pt. 2

2005

Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy

Don't Trip

Mannie Fresh

Southern Smoke 18

2006

Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy

written by kindergarteners
I wouldn't even pay
A single dollar to have you do a show 
Or play
In my backyard
My mom plays with yarn
She'll crochet your ass

Mary, did you know
That your baby boy will one day walk on water?
Did you know
That your baby boy will save our sons and daughters?
Did you know

and the mess hall
That's why I address y'all
Express all Big Dogg with no flaws
Yiggy yes yall touch y'all from up above
Show big love

When I look you in your

they eyes 
Knew how to swim but you hope that id drown 
Now I came up without making a sound
That was y'all mistake by not being bound 
Now I'm coming up

I am (said you're a son and you're a daughter)
I am who You say I am (said You're never forsaken)
I am who You say I am (oh, You're the beloved

the motherfuckin' way
Thats all really I got to motherfuckin' say
You can keep the "Dusse"
Ima drink the "Henny" straight
I been rolling jays back to back my nigga

when I walked in her room
It was dark

She was all alone and she was crying
She said, what is wrong with you
What do you need from me, son
I promise I'm

nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why

a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta

[Joe Budden]
[starts off screwed] I live my life like a hood bopper
touched by evil, all

a lady that
Made me feel joy
Made me feel love
I do not regret a single thing
That we've done
I don't even know if it's
A daughter or son
On behalf of your

saying?
And it ain't what it ain't
All we can do is keep it moving forward
You know what i'm saying?
Its fam life or no life
We the movement or no movement

play his part, why your favourite like a prima donna?//swear these haters lovin' me, despising me an honor//all you rappers bitches, you can't be my sons

Millions and billions of crimes that Go cold
Just because they're hard to find
If it was your son or daughter
Guarantee you would give it more Time
Y'all put

through times that I hate
So I'll pour some booze on it and let it abate
But destroyer of families you are and you can't debate

You've snowed them all
You

being judged by my skin
I have a dream, like Martin Luther King
One day we all can be free, I can be what I'm destine to be
Take a sip go to sleep wake up

to a collision ward
Primed by innocent child’s play, toying with an astral object
Defying cosmic balanced forces, crashing down the gravity well
Bridge 1
What

R-Kelly's pissing on your daughter
It's not in debate you're acting all fake
Discredit the greats ya you made a mistake
Cause you've done pissed me off with

reach the heart
That's what mama told me, listen

I gotta hear all these escapades at the oven
(Why?) imagine every story's portrayin'
Somethin' you

stoppit
I’m appalled y’all appalling they was honest bitch the stars upon us



And these bitches popping out at random
Don’t know what to tell you they

Been Around tha World

Snoop Dogg

Ego Trippin' [Clean]

2008

the water
I'm in Sydney with somebody's daughter
Blowing sticky by the zips and they can tell
By my rag hanging, *** this is Crip, but I'm chilling

It feels

a daughter
As we reach an age I do see that were all growing stronger
And to mom and dad
Don't wanna hear them cries
By us you did just fine
Yeah we all make