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Tryna be cremated before I’m dead no need for the ashes
Tip toe around em like it’s glass there
Baby this ain’t cotton this is cashmere
Yeah
Wait a second

own can't handle it
Hand on chin to keep my head up
Ain't no time to kick my feet up
Barely get to roll my weed up
Stole my art supplies
Had to get by

my life
Pull up to a bumper like a parallel park
Shining so hard you could see me in the dark
Grass cuttin', no snakes in my yard
Hope my haters keep

So Fabulous

Little Brother

The Listening

2003

I ain't met the motherfucka who can do that yet
Why their played out rhymes remain odd
I stay cool like James Todd and still remain dominant

Up in

it
No you aint nigga (Nope)
Like we don't know you niggas foreal
Gotta keep that shyt trill
Been this way since I was lil
Think im from Pittsburg
By

Lot be in my mind need to clam down
Ain’t no when I get it cause it’s mine now
I ain’t out here pennin for the lifestyle
They don’t gotta like it

Let's Go
Speaking to myself can't speak for no one else
Had spoke to one not no one else I knew they couldn't help
They say my silence was the scream

Thin Red Line

Typical Cats

Typical Cats

of the rich pick a thin
Pockets bare and scatter, the skeletons of cultures with no rent control 
Pattering feet of prostitutes and penny brown
Children

but I got something to prove,
so it be nothing but truth,
So give me the straight jacket,
I ain't cuttin' it loose.
A mad man and I wear it proudly,
I'm

on the grind
I cut niggas off
Because I ain't got time
Stay with loose change
But won't drop a dime Bitch I!
I don't have no answers
So don't ask me no questions

Inhalin' ganja smoke
Countin' mad CREAM, weighin' tons of coke
Guarded by thugs and Rottweilers
I flood the streets with
Drugs and clock dollaz
Niggas get

Let It Out

Tha Alkaholiks

Coast II Coast

1995

let it out

Anything you could do I could do fresher
When I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure
Cause I snuck my forty ouncer

Haha, man, no
, ayy, shoutout to lil' nigga Hot man
I saw these niggas
Switch-a-rooin' these bitches, man
I swear (DT hit's)
(Taz countin' all this

be minding their business
No nuance
Trans people minding their business
No nuance

White wokes tryna be victims
You know you wrong
Cotton on your shirt

Pimplikeness

Proof

Searching for Jerry Garcia [Bonus DVD]

2005

no dough, fo'sho'
You can be my best friend but Em might get mad
Don't call me Daddy bitch, I fuck better than your dad
Let me get up in that ass

Aye Look I Don't want to come off as cliché or no shit like that
I'm telling you
But you know what they say
Talk is cheap And a lot of you niggaz Do

the mansion, with the spiral stairs
Cuttin up bread with my gold silverware 
On my porch breathing in that bel-air air 
Living in my best life as a millionaire

F the BS

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Swass

1988

[Intro - talking]
Like it was before, as usual
Somethin different, the boy never sounds the same

[Verse 1]
Body by Nautilus and you ain't even with

spawn of Satan cuttin' on my wrist
While these women fornicating
I'm debating to take my life
Forsaken by sacrifice
Mistaken for something nice

Pile

Pictures
All My Niggas Be Grave Diggers
We Put Bodies In James River
His Body Prolly Found By A Fisher

Hook:
I Got That Drake On Me Now
You Know That Bitch

not mine, ho (oh)
He really mine, ho (ayy, ayy, ayy)

Get in the booth and I start cuttin' up
That's because they hate to see me shinin', that shit

niggas be penny chasin, contemplatin
Of course when they slip up I pick up the slack
But I'm tired of savin niggas
Ain't no S on my chest imma villain in

bitch
I bet you know her name, I ain't gon' say her name
Grew up to be the man, I ain't grow up to be no snitch
Uh, put that shit on gang, huh, put

though I stayed true
Now I'm out makin moves bangin out in the booth
Cuttin loose in the Stu no more thinkin bout you
Throw up the deuce, cut myself free,