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Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is

Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I

Love Is Love

AZ

Pieces of a Man

1998

get tied up
It's all a chess game, choose sides, the best remains
True lies, vibes die when bums infest the game
Bogus shit shots, you woke but let

I could sink the titanic
Leaving you stranded up in the atlantic surrounded by sharks bet yo ass would just panic
I do not panic, my thoughts are just

Years ago, there was a young man from the suburbs 
Who ended up gaining the power 
To make music from watching his friends and seeing how they put it

Analog Anilalator VRS. Silver Surfer

Analog Brothers

Pimp to Eat

2000

[instrumental and Spanish speaking for 19 seconds]

[Keith Korg]
Astro Jetman, flight attendant, American Airlines
DC-10 with engine built to my back

You get that pope protection
Made off of dope connections
He switching sides 
We could wait till he switch ignitions
Thats how we blow up 
Its either

V1
Well I’m wasting all my time
Chasing down all these lies
I hope to give it up before time slips away
Life is a funny thing
It rolls in that ocean

Uh
I ain't wanna snap on it
Knew I had to rap on it
'For somebody trap on it
Gotta put the mac on em
BLOW
Clap once I clap back on em
Hit em like

Got cement forest with the water on the west side
Flashing lights in the night the never rest side
Traffic picking up a challenge calling it a test

the sickness
Dont interrupt please shut the fuck up I aint finished

When i drop this instrumental cock-back gonna bang 
I'm high up its so blue like the blood

a month and take a pump and
Make 'em want to make up somethin'
Take an up-and-coming artist
Or classic figure
If you see me reaching out
It's to smack

a road raging truck
What's up? bad luck? five us, one you
New pack, his back, turned fast, mustered oh, it's you?

Stepped his smoke out with his shaqs,

cease to sail
I don't think so what does a wage entail
Nine of five slavery or a twenty four seven
Most slaves tricked by the promise of a heaven

Easy Money

Todd Snider

Songs for the Daily Planet

1994

just a one shot at havin' it all.

He took every last cent of his savings
On a trip to the local track
He had a tip from a friend, bet it all down

fly
Straight shot without the chase so keep up with the pace
Lawyers at Costcos get them by the case

Never need to guess see I doubt it there's vest,

More Bounce

Heavy D & the Boyz

Big Tyme

1989

microphone on
then blow on to make sure, the sound is strong!
So y'all get up, keep your head up, and then gear up
Heav' is in the funk, the Boyz in

lying i'm a cent you a dime
It don't make no sense how you by my side, but

Everybody's so played out
I hit your phone up cuz I need a day out (I'm like)

make you feel some type of way
Wake up, rip a instrumental, that's my average type of day
From where it's common day if brothers got the llamas spraying

to angels I see they been with me up in the sky
Cuz when I make it up top you know we gettin' Litty
and I like my tracks just a little gritty
Rollin up zaza

a tendency to go bad
I got the game by the gonads
The flow so rad
And boy we could go toe to toe
But even if we went blow for blow
Imma still come out on top

gbitigbiti
No dey give up on this struggle, run am kiti kiti
Till the price is paid, I tell you, I don't need no pity
Double the cent twenty five, you can call

to the kitty like she Oriental
Imma beat the pussy up like instrumental
Hit it from the back she telling me be gentle
Hit it from the back she telling me be

it on the grind
Running outta time
Money on mind
Focus
I put all you Niggas up on Notice
So here's a fair warning
Don't u blow it
Blame it on the grind

Yo' ma' man c' is up in the place
I'ma do it for you dawg! Oh, OG!
Let me hear you say OG!
A'yo, a'yo it's Loc baby a'yo it's Loc baby
It's Loc, it's