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Buckingham Palace
Out in front the fountains
I Light em up
Burn em
By the gallons
Did it late night
For the jimmy fallons
Big show
All that
Always showed love

by my wristwatch (brr)
I make trap music, it's too hood to be hip-hop (skrrt)
This for the dope boys cookin' dope up in they flip-flops (skrrt,

as planned 
No need for a van 
Put the weight on my shoulder 
Like am squatting with am 
O boy I'm loving am 
The love I'm getting 
Got this bad mama 
She

I can tell by that silly ass chain it been slow

Chorus:
Wit a big bag, big bag
Got me all in my big bag, big bag
Saks top shelf big bag, big bag
Got

and
everything, sir!

The Brian in Jail Scene

(BRIAN wakes up with a smile on his face to find himself being dragged along a
cell corridor by TWO GUARDS.

rich by the summer
All these blues in my pocket like I robbed the bank
We the big three, me, Glock, and Paper Route Frank (yeah)
All these pussy-ass

Strugglin'

Live Squad

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

1993

rough something rougher in your dreams
Mad rugged, don't you look before it rips
With that ruffneck nigga named 2Pacalypse
Representing YG's, yo
Flip

Yeah
Haha
Well Alright
MZH
Ready or Not
Here I am

Big Boy Drip (Big boy drip)
Put a lil more Sauce in it (Ice)
Paper busing out the rubber band

Back down and old country road
If you drive by you'd never know
There's a coon dog laying
In the front yard we're out back
Working on a buddies car

Boyz-N-The Hood [Remix]

Eazy-E

The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 1: 1988-1998 [Clean]

1999

to go and damn near went blind
Young niggas at the pad throwin' up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the MAC-10 on the side of my

Swimmin with the great whites
You was rockin' durags, big tees, fake Mikes
Boy you had a wild week
Shoppin' on Canal Street
Same place you bought your fake

coming in
Justin knew all the working class junkies so it worked lovely
Yeah it ran smoothly
Until Justin met Suzie
Suzie had a boyfriend named snoopy
Big

can kiss my ass 

Justin Verse 
I’m Smoking THC in the GMC 
I Got that camo on my body 
Haters can’t see me 
Doing donuts in the field 
Rolling coal in

You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff

y’all niggas can’t smoke with me
If you wear fake gold
Then you can’t walk in with me
Can’t walk in with me
Yall boys can’t walk in with me
Can’t walk in

the prof'
Khaled, Drake and Justin Bieber,
They ain't what they saying, just faking a lot
And I ain't got a show by pimple popper
But head on smoke aim

All right, let's start with the most basic
Question there is: Are
You a religious man? Do you believe in God?

Well, that'll do for openers i
Think I

I call though
Gotta have my dons on auto
I be in the corner with the realest
And my T-shirt is the greenest
Gang gang but I'm the leanest
I be

On a hill 
With the goat Justin
His skill mixed with mine
That's a beat combustion
I need peace
Cuz it's a lot chaos
Goin hard day to day
I know it's

put the ice in rice for the 'caine
Me and Santan, you won't see nothin' like this again
That's my young boys again, on the glide with the flame
I

nigga, I'm still 6Hunna
Nigga rest in peace Lil Steve, nigga
Rest in peace Lil Moe, nigga
Rest in peace to all the guys
Rest in peace O, rest in peace Big

ain't just the deal
Why I'm in it for
My nigga pissed 'cause I ain't been to see him
I was in the lab
Working on my tape with Rich and Ian
By

everything done right
Heard you looking for a big boy
The I in the building and I'm whipping big toys
Shorty by my side and she my pride and joy
Girl you so

So why they hatin' on me?
Because I'm as country as they come, boy
'Cause all my buddies muddy
Like a Dixieland convoy
'Cause I'm killin' shit in