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was at home in the West of Moore
Six years later and he was back to his city
Knuckled up and got down to the gritty
Enrolled in ah college to learn what

If I was looking like I was struggling
I could you bet you anything
They wouldn't know my name
En route back home No waze needed
Flight Mode when I hop

hit
The DJ is dope
But she tryna dip
So we bouta dip
We doing bachata
Back at my casa
Baby it's lit
It's all in the hips
Dip
And I like that
And I bite

Accepted Eclectic

Aceyalone

Accepted Eclectic

2001

and then I've got to take'em back to school again
Maybe you should call me your hip hop counselor
I'll be on the rhythm when the beats start bouncin' up

the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (Shake it) Shake it (Shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)

Baby

the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (Shake it) Shake it (Shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)

Baby

the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (Shake it) Shake it (Shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)

Baby

the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (Shake it) Shake it (Shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)

Baby

don't need a ho I already got my baby
When she throw that ass back that shit drives me crazy
I be loving life so I thank god on the daily
Yeah I love my

have it 
Rule pain
Rise up in power
Evolve minds
Walk with gods
Put.some life back in the ANKH universally
Take all the best I got 
Kill of the worst in

the Love and Hip Hop episodes always bout a fight? 
I'm starting to think the tv got something against the mic 
Unless the control is white 
And bet for

Call Up the Homies

Ludacris

Theater of the Mind

2008

Phoenix enemies,
Haters wanna stop em,
And I really wanna pop em,
But it's hard to fight back,
When you got an album droppin,
Connect, We in south

love a lot
So greedy smuts flock
Stop wishing opposite
Watching from the block
And shit knocking
The metropolis
Ya never gon stop
The kid
Cause now I got

what they made us from them' boz and craters
While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell with hip hop

the clock 
Im otw just a skip a hop 
This a new a wave you still at the the dock 
I cannot lie im sir mix a lot Reserve the parkin I just want my spot 
Go

and my nails did, shit hop in this whip its a digital dash. 

Going so hard on my block, 
Yeah I been slaving a lot, 
Whipping it all in a pot
Whipping it

And never defeat
I'm straight talking
No more lying
The clearest conscious
Pure soul
I love the mix up of the Jazz Reggae
Hip hop Funk Jungle Gqypsy Jam Blues

All I Said

Guru

Jazzmatazz, Vol. 3: Streetsoul

2000

[Guru]
Yo my girl's heated
'Cause I told her I was busy workin and I couldn't talk
I told her I'd call her back later and she still got mad
That

Its bikelyfe when we ride
How you think that you gon slide
When we a hunnit deep outside 
It’s a slingshot in the front 
It’s a Harley in the back 
Got

within you
You send one text, you send two
Praying she don't intend to
Break you down, twist you, and bend you
Then unfriend you
If hip hop ever breaks my

Chris Paul going to hard like I’m John wall
got these niggas pissed off
If my nigga criss cross like a pass he get picked off I back it up so I shit talk

runaway brain makes tracks out of raw cuts
Rehashed scraps and a tall cup of Starbucks
Caffeine plus rap fiend and a laptop
Brew hip hop that’s hot

Dem Jeans

Jermaine Dupri

Dem Jeans [Instrumental]

2007

Let's go back to my Jacuzz'
I ain't like them other fools
Got to play by my rules
Face down, ass up, pants off, look (ooh)
There it go, don't be

Dem Jeans

Jermaine Dupri

Hoodstar

2006

Let's go back to my Jacuzz'
I ain't like them other fools
Got to play by my rules
Face down, ass up, pants off, look (ooh)
There it go, don't be