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Servin' his lil partna from the
O and I'ma tax 'em (yeah)
Nigga turned on me, sipped out the same glass
So I sent the nigga from behind
And hit 'em up nasty

help
I was all alone by myself
I ride by my lonely
And grind by my lonely yea
I shine by my lonely
Cause I rise by my lonely yea
I'm gone die by my

Mama at the doctor, belly full, I'm fresh up out the womb
Shot a three for the state, we aint make it back to school
Turn around, I'm on the field,

the song
Hope they call my phone
Because before when I was old
Lil' J Black you ain't know
My niggas they on the cut
They tryna' get it up
I get it live like

overstand gotta grind and get it to be the man
I gotta shine and come with a master plan
I'm the one that gotta make it happen man
I'm the one that gotta keep

the city
I hit it big for the city
Hold a cup up
Pour some out for the homies
Make it rain for the bitches
Huh

Pull your chain out
Let it shine for the city

sluts
down south we wearin Princess cuts

(Redd)
down south is the place where dem caddy trucks stunt
ugly birds get shot down like duck hunt

(Lil' Flip)

give them an Oscar
Got a fifth of that coconut vodka I go stiff beat it up proper
On a tip that you cant understand I swear I'm a changed man
Smooth

play manhunt on ya block 
I'm in the trap still and I'm posted by the pot
Fuck that lil thot bitch I only want the gwop
Broski keep that Glock we pull up

Judge Dredd
That turn a prophecy when I come
And I cut your head

In the pale fire, we hide out
Lay back and get down
(Hands up, don't shoot, hands up

Pop Ya Collar

E-40

Explosive Mode

1998

and my protection only
This boss balla slippin whatchu thought I was phony?

[Chorus]
Fresh up out my Coupe de Ville, I popped my collar twice
About

up
Get the stick, niggas clapping like runners-up
Stick to the script, niggas acting like something's up
(Cut)
Act like them numbers don't stutter
But

ever trust a bitch 
Put her back up on the shelf i retired on The day pussy 
Like some chunky milk
Gotta get it fresh drink a tall glass of milf

Said

To the best of Motown
Gave that box a boosie fade
Before I even went down
Please
Come getcho main squeeze
She falling for everything
That you can't be
Still

Big Ballin'

Big Tymers

How You Luv That?, Vol. 2

1998

[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back 
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house

Pally jungle raver
Entry ticket and a borer fresh hair cut
With a side parting and a border
Selby Centre explorer private caller ignorer
Go on then

I'm

(spacious)
Fresh up out the can, Icy Gang Sett got 'em hatin' (hatin'-ass nigga)
Nigga, you owe me, pay me, seen too much, I'm takin' (pay me, buster-ass

Neva Left

Snoop Dogg

Neva Left

2017

rock, run 'em with blocks in 'em
Fresh out the county, I'm boxin' 'em
Moved on up and bought a continental, nigga, with knock in it
Now I'm rockin' it,

the building
Its moments like this when I get a feeling
Even if I’m not a star, I’m a star that shines brilliant

Feeling like a motherless child, pain cuts into

up
If it ain't comin' out the Word I don't trust that
Let em hate turn the other cheek
I don't bust back
Speakin real dumb on my line
I'ma cut that

survive
Shine like the sun, a smile for fun
I'm Trapanese, I'm half-Shogun
Tryna live blessed, in peace, no drama
Posted in the cut with a lil Ishihara (I

her heart, baby, cry me a river
I know he snake, I can tell by the slither
Cut out the middle, I brought out the scissors
These niggas rattin', they

Intro:
My jewels shine when I step on the scene
Fresh cut waves deep is my thing 
Girl, go to work all on me 
Bring it back, bring it back you know

hit it, I'ma swing like a bat
Appetite up, baby, you a lil' snack
Need a sun fresh, baby, you another batch
Know we ain't the same, baby, we ain't gon'