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C'mon Bishop, man let's cut out all this bullshit, man we can end it right here
It's me and you, Q and Bishop
You ain't got to put on no front for

a deepthroat
Yeah I got her pleased, we replay it
Make a tape with our highlights
Sound like this shit should be the theme song

Come through faded, Ghost always

can't find no help
You make me feel like such a loser

A loser, a rental a dentist, I been to
And take a lose from me and I'll be out it
Out it tryna make

Bring a five, then go buckle up
Oh you said it's live
I might glide to your place with my knuckles up
And I had to gut, all the fat I couldn't stomach

a bumpy ride, now take your seat
And watch your feet, we're about reach
A place where you might need those see
How else will you escape where the demons be

The following suggestive fun
May just be too risqué for some
But anything goes as long as you got the chips
So, its mano a mano yeah pole to pole

loving myself
For a while you tried to help, you really tried to be strong
But by the time I learned my lesson, you were already gone 

Now, it's a 50/50

Necessary Roughness

The Lady of Rage

Necessary Roughness

1997

leave you suckers charred (c'mon)
Now you're burnt to a crisp, so check the vocalist
I get sick with my shit, wicked like sadistics
It'll be a Black

He likes to be ? well, you get the point.?
?Huuut! Your left!  Your left!  Your left?right, left, right, left, right?!?
 
A theme song for

brothers talk shit then they abandon, it's rancid
And I'm still trying to get paid like Ed O'Bannon
You would think that they fired me from a cannon
I did

Ghetto Horror Show

Ice Cube

The Recipe

1998

tomorrow in your eyes 

But look at me nigga I believe I can fly 

You believe you can die, well shit it might happen 

I believe I can rhyme and look,

Let Go (Hit the Dance Floor)

Eve

Bringing Down the House

2003

only if it's done right
Over for you limited funds dudes that ain't nice
Don't matter where you from shake ya asses
It's on and poppin' right now

might keep me here
Fear that I might lose it all
Fear they want my culture gone
They'll take my life if I ever try to put em on
I can't be your credit

like
A man that lost his fuckin' thumb
Hold up, you look like a cab driver
The boy that pump my gas and the boy
At 7-11 I buy my Dutchies from
This might

licorice
Wanna suck my whoa! Taste it
Finger lickin' good some sweet shit
Sugar high dum dum I'm so lit
Now and later
I be the star burst in flavor

greatness Lay down that stake kid claim my spot Whether you like it or not, I say your graces for flow spicy like cajun crush folk from caucasian to haitian.

vibe, DBZ on the couch
Left on read, I’m numb to it now
That’s that grudge I hold to a fault so you might as well hate me
(Call it truth talk like theme

the studio and the son that I'm raising
But there's nothing more beautiful then the sun when it's raising
And I'll be right there to greet you with pancakes

bitch serving
It's none of my business I ain't worry
But if you got a nigga
And you workin' for him
I'ma shoot that nigga, Quavo Stephen Curry

Pretty lil

Treat it like a tootsie roll lick lick lick
Might hit it again she got that itch
Might be the new main the new favorite
New number one hot like the sun

your boys
Watch 'em leave with sore joints
Know that, I be guilty and that so, so
You better get lost before it gets hot
'cos when it gets hot
You might

Destiny
She love whips and chains, they talkin' S&M
Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang
I can tell that you want my life
This just a regular

The gatekeepers might need to get they Hoover set up

Don’t be scared nigga take a shot, make 'em drop 
Static from the ops make 'em drop, make 'em drop 
Born to be

These folks won't leave me lone
Ice cream man no cold stone
Feel like skooly I'm home alone
When you hear that ringtone might be my theme song
Rock out