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The '07 Ice Cube, B. Sig so rude Tell a trick, get these nuts, eat dick like food Now see if I care if this verse get aired Even if you mute it the curse
ducked E&J fell out my cup Them bullets fly by, that shit sober you up I'm proud of my niggas, they never switched up Don't care if it's Michael B.
it and Cali-G in California is 'bout it, 'bout it Mo B. Dick (if you 'bout it) you know he's 'bout it 'bout it Nick Pokey you know he's 'bout it
ain't no disco, This ain't no fooling around This ain't no Mudd Club, or C. B. G. B., I ain't got time for that now Heard about Houston? Heard about
wordplay, Olubowale my first name I think I'm Koko B. wearin, you just a bird babe I got a pair of J's, I roll a pair of J's We up in Diamond supply, spending
back, bad bitches on the couch Ahh, wordplay, Olubowale my first name I think I’m Koko B. wearin, you just a bird babe I got a pair of J’s, I roll
Writers B. Eggers, J. Eggers Copyright 1970 It ain't fair for you to leave me cold and cryin' in the night It ain't fair to take your body from my
(Based on a poem by W. B. Yeats) That lover of a night Came when he would, Went in the dawning light Whether I would or no; Men come, men go;
The '07 Ice Cube, B. Sig so rude Tell a trick, get these nuts, eat dick like food Now see if I care if this verse get aired Even if you mute it the curse
untouched by the man Songs we used to sing used to mean something Now they just bland like the drummer Where's the real drummer? Michael B. Mint
A troupe of strolling players are we, not stars like L. B. Mayer's are we, But just a simple band who roams about the land, Dispensing plentyof
with Mrs. L. B. Jones And if he keeps making fancy passes I'll start holding evening classes I'll give him sugar and molasses And the life, I live
can feel dis Mo b. d put it on the back so y'all can peel dis Craig be whipped it up with some be 12s I slung it on the street to make the muthafucka
with Mrs. L. B. Jones And if he keeps making fancy passes I'll start holding evening classes I'll give him sugar and molasses And the life, I live
rhythm to my feet And when we, when we do it do it to the beat She like, "My Melody" done by Eric B. and Rakim 'Cause she be rockin' me steadily, yo
[Mo B. Dick] Things ain't what they used to be. Things ain't what they used to be. [Verse 1: Master P] I remember back in the days it wasn't
In a place that's not too far, back home Took a train to Jordan And to Texas and back I met Lyndon B. Johnson and I felt his hand on my back
and Cecil B. DeMille He could die happily ever after Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley, lookin' for the fuse I'm in
click Talking 'bout, "Ruck, let's battle," on some 8 Mile shit I'm like, "Nigga, my name ain't B. Rabbit" It's Sean Price, Big Ruckus from busting
please, they must be on E's and dust Then niggas f'in with pills, y'all don't get G's like us Nigga please, y'all young'ns ain't got OG's like me B. Sig,
for me face the judge and lie for me P. I. T. T. S. B. U. R. G. H. Represent to the fullest And I'm putting cowards back into place When I'm
the hydrents R.I.P Stack B. I'm gonna keep you alive kid Dressed in something so fresh and wonderful F-N-F and S-N double O-P Gather 'round, go a-head
B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk, Free, Young H-O, Bleek (you understand) Introducin' It's Young C (Young C) Home of Philly, young and hungry All
You know Johnny B. Goode and Zorro, too Can't love you any more than I do. Pity, pity, pity, Miss Kitty Didn't I buy you new
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