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Where's hot in the shade
Like 96s degrees almost every single day
We Lighting up my green
And then I pass it to the chiefs
Chilling under palm trees
While

Where's hot in the shade
Like 96s degrees almost every single day
We Lighting up my green
And then I pass it to the chiefs
Chilling under palm trees
While

the ghetto
Reminds me of the days
I would live in Pepekeo
Fly through the night time like a Pueo
Tourist start running yah and they better set sail
Better

that werk that's great hustle
Cartier shades she way too smooth
Class on a milli by the way she move
Racks on Racks got em chillin on the shelf
Jimmy

Ay

We stay floatin'
Slowly roastin'
We stay floatin'
Slowly roastin'
We stay high
So high
All day and night
We stay high
So high
All day and night

He steals the day
Consumes the night
In his hand he holds the sharpest knife
He's a fox about in winter
A fisher in the waves
And with one whisper

a nigga lag turn to a glitches
I put all my bodies on through the pack like a pitcher
Pour the wok by the gallon fuck the pints and the pitcher

Early bird

Woke up today I'm alive
Wanna thank God for my life
Eno be me eno be my might
But I slept through the night
Just know say he be the boss
Without him

just to understand
That these women are crazy, god damn
And I'm just a fisher cause some days you're considered lucky if you only catch one
But I don't

a' listenin' to fishermen's lore
Crafting their words 'bout how one got away
But a fisher of men started catching that day

La ti dai, la ti dai, oh

Tyne, Dogger, Fisher...German Bight... Crashing through the night

Stornaway... South East five... nine miles and rising slowly
I see fulmers flying

Big Ballin'

Paul Wall

The Peoples Champ

2005

candy paint, sprayed by that Eddie
12 coats of that clear lookin' like some grape jelly
My paint's drippin' wet, my slab is superb
Park the truck

the goal fisher
With the net so call me Peter
Like we dey for side of river
Then the voice of Jah Jehovah
Came and turned me
To a Preacher

By his powers I

Sayin', "I’ve got what you need"
Low down dirty sinful heavy bankroll
Worked every angle converse with angels
They say these are the end days
A time

the chrome for real 
Ever other day a nigga think he Superman but niggas out here got kryptonite
Put a price on his head 
Have a Nigga dead and gone by

Made for This

Ghostface Killah

No Mountains in Manhattan

of days I stayed in my house
But now it's show night goes wrong goes right
I been gone so long alright
Slow down supposed to be the pro type
Tuck in my

Come all ye fisher lassies noo and come awa' wi' me
Frae Errinbog and Gamrie and frae Inverallochie
Frae Buckie and frae Aiberdeen and all

Hollywood

Charlton Heston, Doris Day
There to show us
The American Way

Little by little we learned to love America
The stars, the cars, the gangsters

Don't Give Up
Words by: By Shirley Carpenter, Michael G. Ronstadt, Rick Denzien, Serenity Fisher
Music By: Shirley Carpenter, Rick Denzien
Intro:

alone, shit, I knew I couldn't fold
Long days and cold nights, most of those was by myself

I looked the reaper in the eyes, I done shot it out with death

Bitch'll never get a ring like CP3
Ain't no coffee in my cup, bitch
I'm drinking lean
Caught him broad day, easy breezy
I ain't need a beam
12 had to let me

Its been days i couldnt eat
Nights i couldnt sleep
To much stress make it hard for a nigga to think
Paranoid make it hard for a nigga to blink
Got

if you can
If it's cool by you
It's cool by you?
It's cool by you?
Please don't run away from me too
Please give me light of day
Light the way, right

R.I.P.

Dirty

The Pimp & da Gangsta

2001

(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this