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of this shit
That's why I wrote a rap like this
Don't be scared Don't be scared

stranded on an island
(Stranded on an island)
And like Jeff's paradise it's private
(No wait scratch that last one)
And like his small ass dick it's private

Holidae In

Snoop Dogg

Now, Vol. 15

2004

Bomb ass pussy
Bomb, oh, you got that bomb, know you got it
Bomb, oh, you got some bomb-ass pussy
Bomb, I know you got that bomb, bomb pussy

now
Now fix your shit now
Flood your wrist now
Hit that six now
Add that brick now
(You the shit)
Finally listened to them voices in my head like

Peter

brain
Felt like he was mental young nigga comin
These niggas know that we was into
He was rappin like his ass
Was playin the instrumental
Fuck niggas

Eat shit  No shit  You smell like shit and look like shit  So much like it I'm sick of it  You're shit  You shit  Jew shit  Who shit 

Holy ASS, that's

Yeah, I know I ain't gangsta, I know I sound way too soft like Eminem, cZ and Nas
Bitch ass gangsta, I'm the god fuck your gangsta
I don't give a fuck

What's The Difference

Dr. Dre

2001

1999

And who I'm still cool with
Then I got these fake-ass niggas I first blew with
Claiming that they non-violent, talkin like they (do not resist the beat)

But I'm due for luck she won't be creaped
By the end of this song in her mind in my arms she leaps
Now if that is just not the case highlight my ass

life
Now you living six by eight
Feet
When I step into the booth
Yeah it's octane
Uh
Stained glass windows in the benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got

Bomb ass pussy
Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy
Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy

(Whachu doin?)

Holidae In [DVD]

Snoop Dogg

Now That's What I Call Music! DVD, Vol. 2

2004

Bomb ass pussy
Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy
Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy

(Whachu

Holidae In

Snoop Dogg

Jackpot [Clean]

2003

Bomb ass pussy
Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy
Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy

(Whachu

about to bust your bubble like a tree lord
Too much marijuana got me p-noid
I'm killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy
Shout to Lil

U Can't Touch Me

Royce da 5'9"

Rock City [Version 2.0]

2002

to know
Diss me, you don't want to back and forth
Ya jewelery look like that shit they sell in the back of "The Source"
So come how you come, you could

Shirt ripped off and my pants all purple like hulk drink lookin like yolk
I ain't did shit for a couple days bro except laugh at your ass do the most

like a real Man
Little stupid ass bitch
Ugh
I am too trill for the industry
Same niggas begging a for Feature
Was same motha fuckas that Was low key

perfect harmony, like twelve monkeys jumping from trees
Diseased, by the plagues of forefathers' birds and the bees
Flees and parasitical hosts that they

perfect harmony, like twelve monkeys jumping from trees
Diseased, by the plagues of forefathers' birds and the bees
Flees and parasitical hosts that they

perfect harmony, like twelve monkeys jumping from trees
Diseased, by the plagues of forefathers' birds and the bees
Flees and parasitical hosts that they

gettin heavy D
I got em praying for this pussy cuz it's something heavenly 

Its a few Eminem's and some Diddy's hittin' me up 
They like the way I talk

a Savage hey don't you get it
Do you even listen to my music
You know what fuck you Wotoraye
By the way that's a wack ass name (You're Shit)

the hello
Hop up on that instrumental
Go stupid, go mental
You toothless
Dental
Hop out the string like cello
Who this
Hella
Knew this
Yella
Yellow skirt

pearled, they all finger rolled bro

I'm out for blood like a bitch on her menstrual, on instrumental, painting that picture no pencils, you painting your