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to water vvs make me drown

Ew quarter pound ew get by the pound 
What the fuck you need cuz I can get it right now
Ain’t no middle man bitch my plug can’t

you go silent when you know I'm right
See the position I'm in
People talk, don't listen they see you and wanna be in your position
And every boy's

Mr Yakubu ẹ ma n se bi fraudster
You don’t want to prosper
Come and collect Oscar
Three hundred billion te gba lọwọ ijọba
Kí le fi se ná sir (A ti fi

Tony Montana
Maison Margiela boot right up in Manor
Wiz Khalifa da reefer, smoke by the pound
Drunk on Juicy J like I'm on the brown
Touching that

know
Ridin' by my side she know
When I'm talkin you just listen
I want you to be my Mrs
If you down for real shit pimpin'
I'm gon be the one you chill

The Massive Improve'lence

Frank Zappa

Thing-Fish

ermerica!

Harry-as-a-boy:
I suppose you're right, mr. thing-fish, but you'll have to admit...this is a rather awkward situation!

Harry:
That's right

Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in

Miami S***

Pitbull

El Mariel

2006

Introducing
Mr.
Three, yeah,
O, yeah
Five
Hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck em, hop in the bucket

crushed up line tonight
I'll be your bad boy
I'll be your sex toy
I'll be your wrong you be my right
Call me by my real name once or twice
Mr. Saturday

here, boy, how about some ale?

Let me have another, laddie! (Tell me, are they flavorsome?)

Right away (they are)

Could we have some service over

Young brown bad vibes
Whole squad fly now
Set a goal too far from me
No time to be online now

Past all bad ties
Last didn't treat right
She said I

Puttin' up With the Joneses

Spirit of the West

Hit Parade

1999

away the key, boys
Mr. Jones is not like you or me
Lock him up, tight
'Cause if he had the chance he might
Show us that we're wrong and that's the one

You know we gotta go in, Mr. Krabs
I'm right here with you, boy
Ooo, I'm ready
Same sponge, different day
Same sponge, different day
Same sponge,

Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make

Sheriff John Brown

The Coral

Skeleton Key

2002

of the town said to sheriff John Brown
Go and shoot those invalids right down 

I said Sheriff 
No don't you be cruel 
It could happen to you now 

What

perfectly natural, only take a couple minutes
Oh, I would be scared
Alright, I'll tell you what
Listen to this

Whenever life get you down, Mrs. Brown

Stop Hatin

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by

making money's not a key to you
The brown-eyed boy, who just wanna something new
"Stop actin' so innocent, I need a mediciene"
My life be like a horror

and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passing by these haters like we got all A's

[Backbone]
Say say say say Crack, what's the word on the street?
Nothing but

Boing, Boing

RZA

The World According to RZA

2003

he makes the party Boing, Boing

Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing



[Mr. Tibbs]

I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature

'cause even

nigga I ain't never really been out flowed by no boy
Your food look just right
I'ma eat your porridge
Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no

it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi

Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in

Rough Enough

Freddie Foxxx

Roll Wit Tha Flava

1993

sound like Philip Bailey
You rappers don't faze me with the rough talk 
Boy, you better back up and pack up 

Before I load the mack up
I swing with