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I got a twin brother
And he don't play, his name is DJ, and he always gon' slay
Me and him together, we a big problem
It's like a crossword, but

uncle robbed a bank & did a bid on that
& he ain't keep all that
But he got it all back & that's a motherfucking fact
Only reason you should hate me my

Step inside the party
And I'm feelin' naughty
Kitty's out to play
Move aside for me; make way
Got the urge to move my body
Wail to the beat
Got me by

just wont let me be
Till im lookin at a spot under a willow tree like
Theres a nice place to be burried
Instead of beeing burried by lies and stories
But

Mistreated every day I see the way they looking at the skin
Brought me to this country with a bag full of dreams
Brought me to this country now they telling me

brought me much too far to cast
Aside like an old shoe
It's more than just an old shoe
It's a token of His grace
Reminding me of His great love

zero to ten I got bad temper
Counted me out and I know they remember
That lil nigga playin ball at the center
He don't know me I'm just fuckin his sister

still
You did me wrong, gone baby gone,
We've just lost that thrill
DVS fell hard, for life he's NHL
Gets native homegrown love
Hang his banner in the XL

daughters
Not the type you bring to papa
Type of niggas that will pop up
I cant change my environment
Guess its jus how I was brought up
He had one in

me, a new way of life in the mist
Oh no, you will only get a gist
Of my own shine bright 
You can prolly hear me coming
I see you brought me a kiss
I

Rebel Yell

Billy Idol

Rock at Planet Earth

2000

and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to me babe?
What set you free? I need you here by me
Because

your dawg home, he long gone (he long gone)
Last night I had dreamt they dropped the charges and brought Zo home
We went on a spree for like a week,

Cocaine Blues

Hank Thompson

Dance Ranch/Songs for Rounders

1999

overtook me down in Juarez Mexico

Late in the hot joints smokin' the pill
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not

Slippin'Away

Brother Ali

Us

2009

discussion, stuck me in a suburb school
Now day and night I'm on a bus full of fools
Who parents didn't want us ended up in the news
You must be crazy, you

of goats
We need to add a few notes
The man they also call Pops
Talkin Satchmo
Know he beast he knocked Ella off her feet
By singing cheek to cheek
With

worshipping
Gothic bitchеs let 'em get me off before the
Head gets tossed in the Hefty bag
I'm that venom, the poison in 'em
The choices that you regret went

glands
Life goes by quick
Faster than a Glass of Time With Sand
I won't deny
I was brought up on this Land
I'll leave and comeback Famous
And that's just

Got in power just by accident
A lucky streak in a gambling den
Red roses raining on the windshield
State of mind comes vacuum-sealed
Call me

Johnny Tarr

Gaelic Storm

Tree

2001

Lemme tell you a little story about a man named Johnny Tarr
He was a hard drinking son of a preacher, always at the bar
Lager from the tap or shots

brought it out to blow it, baby girl, she think she scammin' me
I can't ink a deal with rappers, man, this shit too much to handle me
Wockhardt in my

Act II: T.I.

T.I.P.

T.I. vs T.I.P. [Clean]

2007

a nigga by surprise, I was astounded
He a real cool dude but why he call me clownin'?

You say'n you don't know bout it? Know bout what?
Atlantic

the skies above used to shield the moon
The king was bitten in his sleep by a mosquito blunt and brave
He fell into a restless sleep in the Phraya nakhon cave

to the worst
He was a man playing many games
clways on his businesses
He brought some keys
But met few diseases
He greeted me to the crew by the oath we made

well
Smoking broccoli for my health
I been hustling by myself
I-I been hustling by my lonely
Told em you don't know me
They can never clone me I promise