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believe corporations runnin' marijuana? (How that happen? Ooh)
And your country gettin' ran by a casino owner (ooh)
Pedophiles sponsor all these fuckin'

Speakers on Blast

E-40

The R.E.D. Album [f.y.e. Exclusive Bonus Track]

2011

nigga let me hit that there hemp, do your thing
How many woofers in your trunk? 4 15s

[Chorus]

bitch[00:30.84]Uh, I'm a leo but be howling like the wolves[00:33.51]Not from chicago but pit you up against some bulls[00:35.86]I don't breed them to fight but I

Of all the worlds
Like space dice hurled
Four of us made it to the core
Hailed our kin to come pouring in
And come they did, by the crore
Across

the blood on his laces so this cat could save face
The dunks and the gaze stayed in an off gray haze
And the lump in his pocket talked to the ox that he

the fuck
Nigga I don't give a fuck
I be counting up my bucks
Nigga I don't give a fuck nigga
I'm a rare breed
I'm studied by the Harvard greats
Turn models

platinum
(How many you sold?) what's that
De-La got a problem with this hard shit
Ever since "Me Myself and
I" y'all been garbage
(You know I'm tellin'

properly
I'm a bit odd, like some type of an anomaly
How you doin' today? Let me tend to your listening needs
From the 3-2-1, I go by the name Reed
Yeah, I'm

Represent

Bubba Sparxxx

The Charm [Advance]

2006

I'm supposed to represent

[Verse 1]
I'm too motherfuckin raw to be all, worried if these broads, is fuckin with me
Y'all can suck my right

Had friends die too young, I can't call it
Crazy how early Aug died in August
It's all just, fucked up now
It’s raw shit
But God tellin’ me to be strong

Aye homie
If I fuck yo bitch
I don't need you in my dm telling me how I did it
Cause I already know
And my homies do too
I can't trust no bitch

I just need sum

preferably in a lump dog 

Dreams of a V12 

Know it's deficiencies in my B12 

My neck and back feel like ezales 

How could I be

mind, I feel heavy every time
How fine the line (Is)
'Tween rocks and diamonds
And the fires of hell and the sweet sublime
How many lines'd I break

need sum
Preferably in a lump dog
Dreams of a v12
Know it's deficiencies in my b12
My neck and back feel like ezales
How could I be well
Barely even

up
I am feeling restless I need a new direction
It's a time for introspection
Heart to heart
Chop it up with ya friends
Friends
How many of us have

pressure immaculate when it turns to diamonds
Another cloth in the league another breed
Cruising thorough the city navigating thru these palm trees
Spreading

Damme
Too many o's in my account, the bank teller call Me Toucan Sam
I got more money that your bitch can't stand
She tryna touch it with her whack bare

minds popping
Boddies dropping, mami clocking me to see where I be shopping
She's a model, yada-yada
Only rock Balenci
Then she says she got it by the way

back to me
A song a dance a line of poetry

A land of opportunity but many just as poor as me
That breeds such raw hostility hostility
And we were always

minds popping
Boddies dropping, mami clocking me to see where I be shopping
She's a model, yada-yada
Only rock Balenci
Then she says she got it by the way

Keep fuckin the youth
And be instructed by your lust to die to come at these fools
Been rappin ever since the kid happened
Figured if I didn't quit

instructions on how to ruin your life
First you should cheat on your wife
Then take the weed in your pipe
Add a little bit of spice by lacing it with coke
Make

Doin' It Wrong

Bizzy Bone

The Midwest Cowboy

to get gangsta with it
But they just don't know (don't know, don't know, they don't know)
They try to get gutter on record
But that shit ain't raw (ain't

Microhard

Cee Lo Green

Cee Lo Green and His Perfect Imperfections

2002

deceived, by the deceptions indeed
Who mechanically breed at methodical speeds
Distorting your genes, aborting your dreams
As coarse as it seems

Aiyyo, Work