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(Here we go)

Huh, piss me off, I piss back
S-sixty-nine, that's a 9 tucked right by my six pack
I'm with my slime, treat a toe tag like I treat

The Groupie Routine

Frank Zappa

You Can't Do That on Stage Anymore, Vol. 1

1988

Tell 'em, tell 'em, we don't...we aren't groupies
Howard
Yeah
We only like musicians for friends
That's right
You, you know, you understand?
We still

may be to faded but never too faced and by now I just declared the final stop - to hatred

Hi, I am Robert - the lastest
Excuse my lateness
These

Wommer!
ARTHUR:  Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest.  If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can

not fake
and I heard Robert Palmer wants to do a remake, huh
when it comes to rhymes don't steal or take
be origanal don't duplicate
cause I'm 5 foot 10

The Notice

The Roots

The Roots Come Alive

1999

to the drama
I met her through my nigga named Jermaine Palmer
Who knew her through his peoples by the Baltimore harbor
Alana was a Marylan' thurough

The Hypnotic

The Roots

Illadelph Halflife

1996

nigga named Jermaine Palmer
Who knew her through his peoples by the Baltimore harbor
Alana was a Marylan' thurough and attractive
Shorty that's relaxed

The Hypnotic

The Roots

Illadelph Halflife [Clean]

1996

fed it to the drama
I met her through my nigga named Jermaine Palmer
Who knew her through his peoples by the Baltimore harbor
Alana was a Marylan'

ntwan' iphethi Sh'andalay
We've been praying on a Sunday
Pussy nigga you cannot relate
S'sazofika and I want it
One J but 2 pays
Real niggas they be

we would.
Comrades, still in all, the best of friends.

Friends should never be apart.
Growin’ up can break your heart.
Comrades, far apart but still

for that, I cause swore that you'd make it back
I can't believe I gotta give you up, say goodbye and
I can't conceive that we're out of time
Still

fuck me you just wait yo shift
She gone ride me till she crash and then I call a Lyft
Nah baby you can’t spend the night this ain’t Palmer Hilton Inn
I

Welcome 2 Houston

Pimp C

The Boss of All Bosses

2009

This Clutch City but we play what we dealt, reppin' the H-Town

(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's

play that shit, travis?
Me and my friends hang out at my house a lot
Whether we're skateboarding or swimming or
Playin' a game or
Someone cooking some

aint resting
Never be off the clout
You do shit like its tests
If I can't take you serious
Get out of my section
Just a young kid tryna get out

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can

"The radio, Max. I can't hear the radio. Hmm, the batteries must have died. Well, now it's just you and me, boy
Together we'll wait out the storm."

to the gang, now the one-on-one, nigga, I was by myself, but I still ain't runnin

Way out at K, he ain't talkin' bout nothin
I be on the east side, postin' my

to have a woman

Poor baby, all alone
Evening after evening by the telephone-
We're the only tenderness he's ever known
Poor baby

David-

Yes?

got friends they all be flogging
Think he sick he in a coffin
We keep clips like that man Robert
Dinero I need my profits
Rock yo block like Dwayne

pocket is a pole
In my cup is very toxic
Take a sip an watch me go
Yeah the Wraith is cool but it ain’t Benz
Yeah we might be cool but we ain’t friends
I

the can like an arnold palmer
I get under the skin and I'm leaving their skeletons
Turn me in to a meme then I'll be relevant
Beating the Underworld that is

the can like an arnold palmer
I get under the skin and I'm leaving their skeletons
Turn me in to a meme then I'll be relevant
Beating the Underworld that is

ain't never offered her no drink (no drink)
But I admit that she asked me, can I get a little Hennessy? (Yeah)
Then we both turned off our phones, we