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yeah I'm heavy
I ride you smooth like Tesla
Charge me up, drive me good
Show me something extra
Show me
That I'm the baddest
You ever even had
On my baby

All my niggas 100
10 x 10 what's that 100
Stay charged up but I'm passed 100 (Ayo who that is)
Duck no smoke back to back we coming (2 Fast)
10 x 5

flowers to smell
You left me daffodils
Don't let the jasmine wilt
Carried 'way by the breeze
You left me flowers to smell
Half-asleep 'til you're back
By my

with me, I'm what a G supposed to be
I know you like that girl (And you love my swag)

I know she love my swag
I can bag 500 on the tag
Louis kicks,

swear he gon' get off for me
He pushin' P like he punchin' keys, boy get on yo  knees
I wish a bitch would double back, smoke her like a breeze

Been

weed, listenin' to rap
Take it easy on my brother Frenchie right here (Montana)

(Coke Boy, baby)
See, me and French
We go back like Cocaine City

Baby you my everything, you my trap queen baby come in here let me see on your knees
Tryna bring you to the beach so we can feel the breeze
Look up

out
The back door
Bags with dough
Flood the show
Just roll up
That endo
Let it blow
Just so you know we don’t save hoes so get out
Follow, I’m on my way

finna take flight
And you must be Louis Lane
Cause you my kryptonite
I'm doing all the wrong things and she still treats me right
Yeah she still treats me

Spark it when i aim
Loui's On My Loafers
Tooly sitting by the coaster
Henny got me on the coaster
I been rocking, I might satisfy my urge
Truly, you can't

Fresh as hell swag in the mail
She see me and stare
I feel like George
But I won’t touch the blow
Smokin backwoods Back to back
Wit my dc bitch like kill

living legendary
I been on my job check the resume
Ticking time bomb watch me detonate
Rollie tick tock so I know it's fake
Baby drop the lo
Where we gon

by the sand
Lift me up
No rocket man
I just kid
You can hold me down
Trynna cop a wave
Baby cop a tan
Whippin down in the city right by the sea
You can

me a onion, feel like I'm in London
They used to be frontin', now we do no lovin'
Ooh, I want her cousin, I call her my pumpkin
I'mma blow smoke in

this is real life Another bogey for this class, but a knife in my files K's are gotta cut it up like raw beef Know what you need, you can call me MCGTB,

Baby, when you hear the siren sounds
When the karma come back 'round, don't let me down
Baby, there's a time to stand your ground
Even if one

hood 
Got my ? crew, just to keep me in the mood 
Tell my baby boy 
If you go, then go to school

I never wanna go back in there
Never wanna go back

Yea
Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea
Tell me that this is a bop
Tell me that this is a bop
I swinga my ting a ling, baby now let's get it on
Tell me that this is

Release Yo' Delf

Method Man

The Mix Tape, Vol. 2: 60 Minutes of Funk

1997

When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like

on big gass for my vet lungs
My bitch is a Stylist she don't wear no toms
Stop jocking this fashion you might blow yo funds
These niggas don't want smoke

baby
Cold blooded with that strap, baby
Run that money, I’ma factor
Back to back, repeatin’ laps baby

Turn up, I blow out the TV, yeah, yeah
On the come

I’m staying lit (yea)
Ice out my wrist yea
Tell me can you do it like this yea 
I know you get pissed yea 
I can see it in ya fist yea
Show you all I am

grass blow fine
When the fam needs I go grind
In the stampede I'm the lone lion
By my dole I'm the lone wolf
Stack racks need phone book
This a bad batch

Big Road Blues

Tommy Johnson

Screamin' and Hollerin' the Blues: The Worlds of Charley Patton

2001

shine in my back door someday
And the wind gon' change, gon' blow my blues away

Baby, what makes you do me like you do do do, like you do do do?