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pain at all, can't walk a mile in these
It's a pistol under my coat and it's a trick right up my sleeve
He fucked around and met the Colt, the .45 left

pants
Gold experience never a chance
If there's sex know my pistol in hand
Aero Sugi up high, getting scans
Purple haze I'm becoming a fan, aye
Finna fly

If you believe in having sex say ""hell yea"" (hell yea)
If you believe in having sex say ""hell yea"" (hell yea)
If you believe in having sex say

La Vie Boheme B

Daphne Rubin-Vega

The Best of Rent: Highlights from the Original Cast Album

1999

vie Bohème
La vie Bohème

Anyone out of the mainstream (La vie Bohème)
Is anyone in the mainstream? (La vie Bohème)
Anyone alive with a sex drive

around the USA 
To all the girls in the world this is what I wanna say 

(Yeahhh!)
Really like being with you by the way
Really love touching you by

Y'all Ain't Ready

2 Chainz

Ransom 2

2017

sinkin'
Well, hit her with the D, now she hooked like Phonics
Chopper by the high heels in the damn closet
Baby mama got a damn whole bunch of bags
She

Deadly Melody

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Forever

1997

Hot Nickels
Say my shit holding my sex pistol, deal me in

The bewilderin' killa bee quickly sting ya
I ain't gotta lift one fuckin' finga'
Make

ruthless
She says I'm two faced but she told me put in two fists
Pussy dead on arrival and I'm not missing
Shoot it like a rifle or a Sex Pistol, Sid Vicious

the fall, yeah they fall in the fall

We fell in love under a full moon
To the sound of howling big dogs
Early morning gunfire
Blinded by the thick fog

it’s was poured Goldie locks bitch don’t you dig  in my  porage  


live by my gun still die my Sword channel on feet cost a Duce four 

I got it for me

Who Got Some Gangsta Shit?

Snoop Dogg

Murder Was the Case

1994

in my pocket and at least a grand 
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand 
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC 
Remotely controlled by

at life
It's just another day in a hooker's life
With no tricks, there's no pimpin'
It's like drugs with no fiends, sex with no women

Down with the P Funk,

I'm outta pocket like a pistol in a robbery
I'm outta pocket like a pistol in a robbery

I'm outta pocket like a pistol in a robbery
I be smoking za

Probably they gettin' dirt on they knees
No time for bull crap I got to get these
Soon as I step my feet up in the jam
Eyeballs on me wanna know who I am

nigga
Riding by in Lamborghinis going beep beep

Choppers on deck, yeah the choppers on deck
More money, more problems, more sex
More bitches more cash,

on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip

don't mean wisdom but you're way too smart to see

Beauty in everything beauty in every situation
Sex is not a sin is a form of self expression
The most

a pistol in a tray
She whine on my dick like a horse andele
I got a bad bitch by my side
Swear to god were not the same

Sweet, venti to, hit the chateau

the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip

teller to
Holla and hit the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh

vigils
Burning us cuz we some lit individuals
Another cry, somebody die
It’s like some missiles
Shot through our heart by some officer’s wit deadly pistols

gs dem now I'm rolling out on my ones
Man cause anarchy in them acres
Yeah we really running down paigons
Yeah it gets greasy in grove
So I advice that

blurred
Got it in my eyes yeah
As it was shooting by

I might as well be a glass cup
Crystal clear, lick your beard
Want you to blow up (On me)
Want it

the new America
Shoot your pistol in the air
Celebrate a brand new year
Living leisurely in a perfect world
Everybody?s drinking hams
Good by all you