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you already know
Yeah, Yeah
Check it
It's gonna go something like this
Pepe, run it

Yeah New York, Where I'm from
The city that never sleeps
So I

the heat like my man Jimmy buckets
I know a couple thorough dudes that stand on their duckets
I don't think im a pluck it if my man said he fucked it so fuck

fine)
(I don't care about your star sign)
(You a little nutty like you been kind)
(I know you see this new chain swinging by your face)
(How could I not

'd like to play
But I guess you changed the game

I don't need a new, ooh
Girl, I feel so taken by you (by you)
And I know I played myself one time

Some Good

Tech N9ne

Dominion

2017

Yeah, that's some good weed
You could tell by the look on my face
Ain't no way to hide that I smoke
And it smells as good as it taste
It's like Kush

feel like I'm gifted
Still I been fighting addiction
Keeping it in cuz I don’t like to talk
My mama can see I’m conflicted
Half of my life wasn’t livin'

know it's gonna be a long day
But it'll be just fine plus,
I have to get paid
On my way to the dollar store
Don't wanna be late
So I shift to fifth gear

Now I'm like cya later
making major moves
Snakes slither round you
Talking shit
Not equipped
Mocking it
It's all I hear so
You will lose
Words I choose

release stress, stress
Cause I'm a smoker, I'm a
Smoker, you a smoker, you a smoker
Put it all together, go all-in like poker
And no I don't smoke bongs

Watch out!

I see you on the street and you walk on by
You make me wanna hang my head down and cry
If you gave me half a chance you'd see
My

reasons I don't understand
But you're pretty as an alabaster spirit
When the light, it hits your skin just right
And when you smile like the devil, I

I got that fast cash, look, they call me, "Trash Bag Butch"
Scratch that, a thousand eight grams, and half that's cooked
I'm east side by law,

Spaz

Tech N9ne

Kickin' & Screamin'

2012

(Watch me)
Ba-ba-ba-babblin' better than half of you rappers
I spit like a javelin (Stop me)
Trapped and traffic compadiris
You niggas earthling

You said let's go
Don't wanna miss your flight
Packed warmer clothes
Where you're going it gets cold at night
Don't forget your phone cos I know

gates
From what I see it’s lookin’ great
Her bell’s ringin’ loud and true
It’s what I do

Half way in, still a ways of walkin’
Half way in but baby closed

the ball
Cuz a nigga might ball
Not like Lonzo ball
But like big baller brand tall
Yea
Black own I don't fall ion owe nun y'all
Keep it cool calm collected
I

straight
Big racks till the, end of my days
I ain't never fallin flat on my face
There ain't no way

Casanova didn't do it like this
I'm John gotti i be

meant my jeans
But it's cool I like her jeans
Back and forth she left her things ugh yeah
Feelin' wavy pass the trees
Half patron and half fabreze
Fresh

The flow's egregious, they grieving over the features
My man Eddie Grand will agree it'll leave 'em speechless
Like Regis, I want a mil', if they appeal, then

when I zone out I don't focus on the lies
I'm feeling happier the less I know, it's wonderful
Living nightmares in the day like always
From the bottom

put a lot in it
Yea they cannot fw the kri kri
Niggas would kill just to be me 
I don't know why don't see me
I gotta drive like DD
I just go round like

plus weed
Now that's a plan
Keep that shit lowkey
Like contraband, contraband

Smoke it by the ounce
Not by, the gram
Roll so much
I need an, extra hand

frequently like
Saint for franklins i got snow fall
Memories
Never forget it em
We was Playing madden feans
At the door they was hitting
Moved to STL Watching

Put it on the bible, outfit looking tribal
I'm yo boyfriend idol, she on top like a title
Get touched no Michael, faceTime can't Skype you
Big forty