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A lot of people merk, lotta people don't move
I moved to Cali tryna blow up like a Note 2
Samsung, shout outs to the hoes with the good tongue
You taught

stack cheese go and buy a mansion
Fuck I look like stressing for some homies
Niggas buggin'
They ain’t have nothin
They like cashie boy I love you
With

you gotta hold up
Ice
In the cup yeah mix it with the Sprite
Nice
Double up sip it till I feel alright
Feeling good
In the party going there's no end in

(them niggas losers)
Everything cutty, marchin' for a band, the way he blow that drum
Mix the Louis with the Fendi, I be mix matchin' (yeah)
The clip

do)
But them boys in Heaven, they fuck around, they killed Jesus
Say you got it out the mud, how the fuck you end up needy? (Ooh, ooh)
What the fuck

buzz
Then left the road for my
Supporters that showed me love

'Cause I was on the street
Could've been locked up by police
Could've ended up dead
But I

Don't Stop Rappin'

Too Short

Greatest Hits, Vol. 1: The Player Years, 1983-1988

1993

sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Sugar Hill Story: To the Beat Y'All

1994

out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You

"fuck this, fuck o-line," man
Shut the fuck up

When I drop some bars, they all know I write 'em sweet (yup)
Good guess but try again 'cause I ain't

blow your stash all in one day
Still do the dash on a one way
I grew around cash and the gunplay
Probably gon make it out one day
Mix the perc

the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'? 
It's all good, baby baby (check it)

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa

to the kitchen
I had to shut up and listen
I had to learn how to mix it and bag it
Made it a habbit
Surrounded by automatics and ratchets that leave you mannequin

me up a thoink
Some exotic not reefa
Hit the joint twice
Then don't talk just stay Speechless
Blow out the smoke then them Steps you repeat it
I been

Mama had us rollin' in the Bourbon
Stuff that made a living, it was cooking up and serving
I ain't have it bad, I was chosen
Good look in the mirror,

body I call it a tour
You want loving then I can provide
Girl I need you right here by my side
Need a shawty that's willing to ride
We can lay up

screamin' pick yo mans up

We don't do no acting, do a lot behind the cameras
Told him get his bands up, he posted by the Benz truck
Sending all those shots,

wanna blow and pop that bubble
Body on blast
Nickname "Atomic"
Suicidal, when I get up on it
I'm a good boy
Don't mean no trouble
I just want to blow

New God Flow.1

Ghostface Killah

G.O.O.D. Music: Cruel Summer

2012

as a wholesaler
I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
Think '99,

asian, on your side, not chad
This can be like rush hour 4, we can run it back
My track will blow up they'll call it "good rap"
I bee try to blend in but

Hop up in a ride got my niggas by my side
Shawty blow me up asking when im gon arrive
Im just looking for some vibes, no no i cant deny
She know when

I can't see me no more

I don't really care
I can't stick around with you because you try to stare
Throw it up, gotta pick up
You're not good, gotta

outside
Put a opt on
Fox five
Up it
We anit jackin no tuff shit
Nigga better duck quick
Fuck it
This 40 will pluck shit
Lacking in public
Love it
Your bitch

 boy! Lookit go

Holla holla, Kidd Kidd SQADer rider
Got my momma closet stocked with Prada
Top ta bottom steady piling
Live good, fuck ya problems
Prolly

out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we