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Tighten It Up

New Edition

Home Again

1996

looking hot 'doe
But you can't play Ron DeVoe
The laid back mack
With mad flow
So, here we go
I got a hottie
With a mad body
Don't chu know
In

to light
These clowns somewhere in the clouds
Me I'm a satellite i roll them very nice
With smoke coming out the end like a muffler
Got game from the Hustla

at Poetry Ireland 
with Theo Dorgan at Harvard with Ron Whitehead Published in 
Heaven The Global Literary Renaissance and I'm searching for 
Seamus Heaney.

There's nobody else like me
Nobody
There's nobody else like me
You're one in a billion
Cannot forget
All of the feelings
Had so much fun in the past
By

some boys who are down for ping pong
Shout out to my boys Deconik, and I-ron,
With them by my side I could never go wrong

My lyrics are so hot, yeah you

fuck with ya boi ron-loc
I’m Dope snoop approved the smoke
Ya skinny ass hoe

You caint get hi off your own supply
Or hustle with anybody that moves like

bitches)
(Ron Ron do that shit)

They ask me how I'm feeling, my nigga I'm feeling lovely
It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me
Musty, uh, my

ron 
Day and night 
Stroll down to Tel Aviv
Wake up in Abu Dhabi
Dat kain of energyyyy




It's up to you you
It's up to you youuuu
It's a vibe with me

World Tour

Jazmine Sullivan

World Tour [Explicit]

2009

ignored by the gorgeous wife 
Cause she feels slighted and you don't want to fight with her 
Cause you tired, 
But now it's back to the lab 
45 messages

Caribbean

Shoreline Mafia

Party Pack, Vol. 2

2019

Ron-Ron do that shit
BeatBoy taught me

I'm ballin', you niggas double dribblin'
In the Caribbean with fishes and amphibians
I told you once

the clip, til niggas dead)
Yeah
I'm gon blast first
Niggas beef with us, tryna act tough, go get a bag first (go get a back first)
I aint touchin' nothin' up

(Ron Laquan)

They Will not believe until the picture painted vividly
Wont edit in the credit even if yo name in history
I deal with it differently 
I

[Ruk:]
Ill Will...yeah yeah yo...Queensbridge niggas...crud love baby..

[Verse 1: Ruk]
Aiyo, I zone out
feelin' like I'm in Capone's house
starin'

a rom-com
Like Ron's on potions

I might never see you again so
I walk in like in Rambo
I don't really know what to say
So I call you by my name

You got me

everyone by mistaking a policeman for a postman and tearing his trousers off with his bare teeth. 
In his defence he told the court "It's hard to tell

airin' your girl
If I get some top, we can take the chase 'cause we know the area well
Thank God I'm not far off a hundred Ms, I gotta thank Ron Perry

Satan, I'm laying in the dark
With the Mossberg, waiting, letting off first basing
Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub
Deuce high when he cruise by

Rotate

Busta Rhymes

Channel 10

2008

I'm back I ain't go far (what!)
They want me to fall off that's bizarre (what!)
They movin with no crib and no car
Bam! bam! homes I go so hard

the throne
Are you ready to take it on
I'm the King of the Bops bro
I'm fucking ready let's go
Ink the printer
Meteor men beg to differ
Judging by the hoe in

Autobiographical

Black Sheep

Non-Fiction

1994

and the steak and the potatoes and the plate
Never a dummy, rejections are funny
First years of my life I thought that food stamps were money
So by ten I was

it
And shit I mean I get it its givin that we committed
We fall in love with eachother but scared to even admit it, shit
Yo momma swear to God that she

still feelin 'em all, I can't wait to get out
When I touch-down nigga, I'ma turn shit out

Looka there, biddy-by-by, buh-by-by beddy-bye nigga
Lights out,

I lose my pride
Having shootouts  by my momma's house, I think
I lost my mind , High Speeds gettin' away from LMPD, thinkin

They can't catch me I

liquor hit my liver
Pull the trigger with ease
Ron Paul would call me "Nigga"
I'm not hanging from trees
I'm just hanging on some
Trees, with my G's, i