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I gave the guy a five to get in
The packed crowd looked ready for sin
These scarlet lips were sipping Gin
Exhaling smoke like a dragon
We moved in

nasty, never lettin' a kitty-cat get past me,
Without picking it up, pettin' it, teasin' it,
Takin' it on home and pleasin' it
Cause we're the freaks

Jitter Bug

Cab Calloway

Cab Calloway & Company

1994

If you'd like to be a jitter bug,
First thing you must do is get a jug,
Put whiskey, wine and gin within,
And shake it all up and then begin.

I woke up this morning and I let out a cry
I would not hide, that, or try to lie
Listen we all die, so get busy living ya'll
Touch the sky
Peter Pan

it comes to this shit I'm a veteran but
If Karens wanna fuck with me I'll get them all together and
I'll stick them in a caravan and take them up

a rash from dirty mics

RIP Pete
We made our mark on the scene Coming up together
Sportswear and leather
Diet Coke was DC
Don't you die on me
Don't you

Hunch

Brotha Lynch Hung

The Plague

2002

(chorus) x2
Die!!!, I choose before you
One by one we will pick you
You will die!!!
(fuck it....psychological)

Verse one:
Siccmade music comin up

platonic
I cant feel my face, bring me another gin tonic
Dont look through me with them eyes
I know of all your lies
We will never talk again but i wanna ask

suite
Get it on my own no bi proxy
Tedious and diligent
Hard headed and militant
String
Words together like a puppeteer
My syllabus
Chock
Full

sure
We'll still be together when were 94
If we're still alive, then we'll be fine
We're more than happy to spend every day in bed under the covers
doing

wine

Right wine. Yeah
She's like a red wine. Yeah
Yeah. Yeah
On the flow. By the flow

Drippin' sauce all over the mob flow
Get a mob flow. Yeah
It's

at the party bet, we get that bitch turnt
Heard y'all need some new fire, all these other rappers burnt
But this my third day here, I don't know 
Like Uzi Vert

One spot, gunshots, get the body dem hot

(Chorus) x2
[A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck)
All my niggas and broads we rush the door (c'mon)
Grap your

gang
Never slip or trip or dip
When I gets fucked up it's gin that I sip
Smokin' on the bomb-ass indo ya know
Chillin' wit' my homie at the show
Sittin'

Put Your Money

DMX

The Red Light District [Clean]

2004

a stack of black chips
Breaking the whole casino and doing back-flips, man
Cameras eying us, sidebetters trying us
The more chips we stack, the more

We let our kids slit their wrists
cnd left the misfits to hang 
It's sad how quick man gets extreme 
When shit hits the fan
But we are more than just

of Hollywood lights
Trying not to fail, but the night just felt so damn right

We were laying on the bedroom floor
Young and reckless, together once more

Yeah look
Man I'm trying to get wasted
I'm with my crew and we ain't got time to have wasted
Wanna get faded wanna get so fucking faded
That feel

I get closer invited by your eyes
we cannot pretend to forget
forget our silent desire

the city is dreaming
my mind is spinning, baby
The moon is

And the more I get curved, the thicker the skin
I don't deserve this liquor and gin
She ain't seen my DM?
Well lemme delete it and send it again
Cause I always

Hooked

Snoop Dogg

Enter the Diamond Needle Dynasty

2000

gettin' busy down in N-O
Gangsta's, get respect from me
And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me
That's on the C, DPG will never break up
There's

Oh shit I just fucked up
This alcohol sucked up
My money honey sorry sonny
This Christmas we're outta luck
Spent away on pills and gin
Past due

Spit Your Game

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Duets: The Final Chapter

2005

Thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us,
Y'all niggas be scramblin gamblin, up in restaurants with mandolins and violins,
We just sittin

the hood, but I'm loved by my fans
Same Dog stance and I get it from my hands
Really don't talk when it's time to do advance
Take a chance on yourself like