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you wanna cross this line?
Wavy blues
(Wavy blues, wavy blues)
Wavy blues
(Playing those wavy blues, wavy blues)
Wavy blues
(Whether I'm riding through

VERSE1 TY'EGO)
I CAN SMELL IF U SLIME BY THE VENOM
HE SLITHER, MY KILLER GONE SLIDE IMMA SEND EM,
BLUE FACE DEAD GUYS IN MY DENIM
2 CHAINS ITS MINE I SPEND

You've got that lovelight
shining about you

And over here
Somebody turned on the box
Sing your blue song Bobby Bland
Tell the world that girl wants me for

grandma
I done said out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]
Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down
Feelin' these all in your

(Tell me you love me)
Brrr
(Cxb, know he go crazy)
Brrr, brrr
(Tell me you love me)
Uh-oh
I got the engine, and I'm on some man shit
I thought

My eyes are dropping tears
My heart has been teared
My story is something difficult to tell
Since I was ten i had the tendency to tell God about how

You wanna slap?
Ima make it happen
Ima pull up to the spot like the fucking captain
Pulling rabbits out my hat, you could call it magic
I'm not

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

the kettle on and tell me
Are you a friend of the devil or type to get offended by him?
I been thinkin' thoughts like is it wrong
If I wish I was a little more

tripping through the nighttime
Dilly dallying all the day
Can you tell me how to
Make the secret rendezvous
So I can sing my blues away
Sing my blues away

punk blues

Where I grew up in the city well you had to be mean to get by
Hanging out on the corner
Getting flaked every night
Man we were bad assed
Too

gotta give fuck a nine-to-five
I 'on't wanna work no eight hour shift (Oh)
Rap, serve rock, hit a lick
Get it how you live
Blue smurfs what I feen for,

a bad one let's have fun
I'm really sick tired of writing love songs
And every time I wanna open up someone's gotta come and keep my door shut
You

wouldn’t kno what to do ima tell her she right then I deliver a hell of a pipe
I just wan have me a hell of a night
Take you out and make it all about you
I

How was your day?
I'll give you a moment to think
Was it a real drag?
Or did it flash by in a blink?
If you tell me you were doing fine, I know that

tell you like what you do to me
These niggas talking all that shit, that shit be foolery

Don't wanna hear about that shit, I ain't in the beef
I just

That you're talking about?
The one that you claim as a hip-hop artist
But won't do the research on hip-hop history
Or the one where you disrespect,

in sandra Bland
My heart hurt to see how it all would end
I am Sandra Bland i am George Floyd
DJ Screw in Texas, I love you
Shout out Trae the Truth

right to lose
And sometimes it can be the best thing you can do
I'm fine, I might be blue
Goes by and sets the mood
And I'm cool wit' it, I'm cool wit' it

Tuesday
Nigga
Said he ain't about the games
But he do play
Nigga
Tell the truth
No Cruise
Bob Stewart day
Nigga
You too blue to save
I'm trying to cobble up

to ask you a chance
to get what I want 
to get what I want

It's not about I'm fool
We're talking about changes you do
to my legs
to my soul
through my

Yeah
Uh
New Blaque
Darckchild, Darkchizzle
The jump off

Is it true that I'm the one making you nervous?
Trying real hard as if I'm for sure press
By

No more teardrops, no more teardrops
No more teardrops (hold on), no more teardrops
Talk about it, they talk about it
Tell 'em I gotta talk about

blue sometimes 
So I count the blues sometimes 
Shawty you been on my mind I think about you all the time (mhmm mhmm)
I know I did you wrong that time