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Mr. Good Bar

LL Cool J

Mama Said Knock You Out [2011 Back to Black Version]

1990

man, word
Him too
Yeah, I like Bobby Brown
Tellin' you he's cool, but

Don't be cruel, 'cause you'll be on your own
It's my prerogative and my

Mr. Good Bar

LL Cool J

Mama Said Knock You Out

1990

man, word
Him too
Yeah, I like Bobby Brown
Tellin' you he's cool, but

Don't be cruel, 'cause you'll be on your own
It's my prerogative and my

committed to her (committed), that's your bitch bitch (your bitch)
We got five minutes, I'ma hit it quick quick (quick)
Once I slide in her, I be like,

the pound yeah
I bring it in by the pound

I bring it in by the pound yeah
I bring it in outta town yeah
No I ain't playing around yeah
Lil boy gone get gun

the distance
Like you
Mr Moon Man
I guess where to
Show me these new lands

Hmmmm I think it might be time
Prepare to be blinded
By the purest light
It might be

I'm Mr. Reviewer
If I don't like it, then you need a tutor
You listen to me otherwise you're a loser
The artists you listen to, they are all snoozers

I'm really uncertain what will happen tomorrow
But let me in mind I'll massage your sorrows
This might be the very last time that we speak
So if it is

will be cooking like your mama's stew

I say:
Hey all you people,
(sorry?)
my name is mr. smalls
(I didn't hear that!)
and some of the girls are saying
I

ear
And he said
Hey. Come with me
I can be your fantasy
Will you dance with me all night?
You just might be Mr. Right
And he said
Hey. Come with me
I

Stay the fuck out my business you niggas be nosy
I stay with my brother just like Zack and Cody
I trap out the lobby just like Mr. Mosbey

Got

Slow Jamz [College Dropout]

Jamie Foxx

The College Dropout

2004

bump a lil' Spinners
While I'm smoking on a b dipping through the streets
Bumpin' R&B and I got the heat on the 23's
And I do it (well, well, well,

on sight
Oh lord pray you spare our lives
Shit
Cause I will not stop until I am rich
I will not quit till moms get a crib
Till pops get a whip to flex in

I might be down but I'm not out
Life hit me hard it was a knockout
I was stone cold but I'm warm now
It's alright yo coz I survived it all


I might

and some swisher

Give me a smooch, then pass that swisher
New lil' boyo round the block, he stay blazin'
Out the park hitta, Mr. Quick Buck
Big truck, I

Beautiful Music

Tech N9ne

Welcome to Strangeland

2011

get this straight
I am the maker of emotion on my planet, 
you will be blessed at the gate
Complex when the mate
Is one that could have any woman

G Season

T.I.

Hustle Music, Vol. 18

And that oughta settle my stomach
Bout some money he done it, call me Mr. He Run It
These niggas ain't really bout it, they just be speaking Ebonics
I

with heat
Cop lights flash as I pass up the street Leave me the fuck alone, I had it up to my knees
Cop Im too grown to be treated like a teen Not for

feel it
Ha, ha who

You see me hit the ground runnin'
A hundred miles and still gunnin'
I might be the coldest nigga that ever done it
I hit 'em

we're so mean that we cant See
Blinded by our rage
Things will never be the same
And whats insane
I hold out hope for one day
Yet it seems so far away

litigate the case
I'd be the guy at sues money dreams
Manifest when I do
Like I just planted a food
Oh i guess this plantan will do
Been the shining, no

We'll puncture you
And watch you bleed
See I patrol the game daily
Like the cops do streets
I'm too beast, niggas we will rock you Queen
For real, it's

faking statistics
These niggas be leaving they lipstick
On top of my dick tip
Pussy I whiff it from miles away
I will never work with niggas that do

that'll
Knock a- brains out
Ex b- run off with a rollie
Hope, she make it strech
I could'a killed her lil dirty ungrateful ass
But, I'm more mad myself for

by the cause
You know we're not taking jobs
We're just doing it? 
And other people be refusing it 
They don't like it so we losing it 
They really hate