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Closer to My Dreams

Drake

Drought Is Over

2009

fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch

white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never

Beat Boy

Die Antwoord

$O$

2010

Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by

. Leave-Her-At-Home-He'll-Take-Your-Ho
Mr. Stack-That-Dough
Young rich n-gga used to trap by the store, now taxed for the flow
Tell a rap n-igga, "I'm not feelin' you"
Stop frontin',

Watch out, pull up in a cool ass ride
Chill, everything good, that's right (that's right)
'Cause nobody gon' take my life here (nah)
'Specially for

5 mics

Hook
J.R. Writer:
You gotta feel the heathen, we guerilla breathin'
It's the Dips, get the drift, this is Killa Season
Watch him kill

Nails by tech, she stunts and flicks
She be hella fine, that shawty be mine
She be super nice, shawty dripping ice
She my Mrs. Right, I don't need

code
Living this suited lifestyle
By a gentleman's code
Uh
Suited and booted
Strapped up
I got a suit and tie
I'm Mr. Super fly
I'm Mr. Dress to kill
So

When you know you game too tight
Walk around, confidence is way too high
And everybody say you nice
You know you got the sauce, got J-U-ICE
When you

Money
Mr.Ness, Make Make Ya Money
Rahiem, Make Ya Money
Cowboy , Make Make Ya Money
Creolo, Make Ya Money
D.J. Flash, Make Make Ya Money
Hit It

Take Your

it like Dope I put it in a spoon then straight heat it up

How many real lyricists are left yo in my opinion?

There’s Kendrick, J Cole plus then

I got the world in the palm of my hands like a gun 
But I had to let go care more about my soul 
& everybody (Shootin) got a (J) like (Cole)
& if you

receiver
So I took another shot
Tequila hit me like a nina (blaow)
My sky's gray, my bitch is brighter
Always saying "Lights Please"
J cole's her ghostwriter

and you know it's finna
Swish Primetime Kobe and you know I'm pulling up
Like I'm J. Cole, man I can't get enough I know the real you, why you acting like

every body's getting gone
J cole taught me don't save these hoes
And Kdot taught me can't save your home
Well fuck I'll try
A pot to piss in and a bucket

Talking down on me, heat me up, then I get cold like snow
Strong, give me the power, no more mr nice boy
Get paid by the vows, now they want be just like us

fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch

the breath of ya bitch
It's J Dot Brwn, #1 on every list
From the music to the cakes everything I do hit
Got the drizzle fuck a drip gave the sauce a remix

hip-hop motherfuckas, you know what I'm sayin?
(Yeah yeah) shout out to Bobby, my engineer
It's a nice night in L.A
We're recordin' this mixtape and shit

Yeah
Mr Mr can't touch me
Winter winter and something
Pavin a way for my name in the game
Hatin the blame but I can't stay away
Blister blister

sellin', that man
Could die broke. So fellow artists,
U need me... Push for yours, and watch for
Mr. Money Minder, as we settle the score.
Tony…

The Pimp & da Gangsta

Dirty

The Pimp & da Gangsta

2001

and gangsta!
 
[Chorus - Mr. G'stacka]
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese 
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's 
We slide wit ease

Lil Wayne:
Yeah (take me out, take me out)
ok now it was me and Mrs. C
we was chillin by ourself 
both of us just popped a pill 
and now am feelin'