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Used to Be My Girl

Brian McKnight

Ten

2006

Yeah, that feels sexy right there
Feel us on this one
B. McKnight with Tim and Bob
This is not another love song

See, I know what you're

Hell & High Water

The Allman Brothers Band

Stand Back: The Anthology

2004

busted at Grove Hill where nobody goes,
And Long Bob drove us to the Badlands,
You can bet your ass we're gonna make it down to tomorrow night's show.

Hell and High Water

The Allman Brothers Band

Hell & High Water: The Best of the Arista Years

1994

to spend, oh
Kicked down the doors in New Orleans
We got busted at Grove Hill where nobody goes
And Long Bob drove us to the Badlands
You can bet your ass

Yuh
I met this girl the other day four years ago be exact
And I never thought in my life that she'd be the one changing that
Thought bet let's have

eyes
But when he is told he says what's this I hear
Travel 50 flamin' miles to a pub with no beer

It's lonesome away, from your kindred and all
By

drop somebodies
Yeah (Noo)
Feel like I got chop somebody
Yeah
Bet on two shotgun shells right by, come by us
Yeah
Think I might have to zip somebody

wat it seems
Don't judge a book by its cover
She a church girl
But I bet she a suck off a rubber
She a nasty Lil fucker
I know exactly where she got it

My Seven Bizzos

2 Live Crew

As Nasty as They Wanna Be

1989

would love to meet you!"
I said "Bet!" with no regret
Because a night with her was one I wouldn't forget
So then I told all my homies and they all called

pick what chick fi'nna come home
I bet you gon' learn to day, how 'bout that
Walkin' up out of here by myself
I doubt that
Go in hop in that Challenger

regret
To fight and to bet
The stakes can be set
By you

I don't know why 
Most people lie
Everyones shy 
To face their monsters
Never regret
To fight

Here's some irony, bet you beg for them flashing lights in the hole, no confidence
Guilty till proven opposite, honor I confess
To ya, I'm outta respect

for y’all
And if by chance, this is my finale
Drop me seven blocks from the original addy
I’ll take a spot on Remsen where the plots are all grassy

The Projects

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Forever

1997

Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it

Bound by

low like my thang (grrah, bah)
Been sippin' drank so my voice a lil' strained
Okay cool, bitch, go get hit by a train (bitch, get hit)
I'm tryna

Theories

Edwin

Another Spin Around the Sun

2000

Jacking up the bean stock from 11am through 7pm 
And we're holdin' up the stall thinking no one's looking 
Except you and me at home 
Watching

moody feelings and tell me what you think
Give me some NyQuil and I bet you that my eyes won't blink or shrink
I'm taller than my demons, they're

the semi
Bet he run right when he hear me
His niggas masqueradin, faker than silicone
A bad apple in the bunch
Now we figure your city foldin
Homie, I'm from

I’m a believer
You ain’t gotta' do no convincing
I know he did it
Wasn’t by myself he was with me
I’m a believer
I used to wanna come up missing
But

name, whatever-
Look, I woke up at like 9:30
And had the most amazing epiphany
You could ever have before 12 PM
I bet you couldn't guess what it was)
Wake

I bet you pick her up at 10 past 8pm
Open up that car door before she reaches to get in
Bet she doesn't know where, just that your going somewhere

on some dumb shit
But if we gettin litty then Im at the function

Pass the dutch, hold up

Eenie meenie mo I'm catching niggas by the trigger
And fe fi fo

on some dumb shit
But if we gettin litty then I'm at the function
Pass the dutch, hold up
Eenie meenie mo I'm catching niggas by the trigger
And fe fi fo

First, let me start by saying I’m amazing
‘Cause I made it from the bottom of the basement, no abrasion
With the patience of a winner, I’ll be

I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out (Youngin from Del Amo)
Black out, black out (Belt by