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(Whoa, Pause) 
Pussy up
This hoe got no class 
This bitch playing hookie bro
I'll get it by any means
That means I'll do anything
To get the cookie bro
So

me
Ain't tryin with the kid, you ain't ever been down
Can't fly with the kid you wasn't on the ground
Can't run with the team if you wasn't running

surprise, along the Palisades
The LA skies, a night I wouldn't trade

We were dancing by the fire in the pebbles on the bay
And then when it started pouring,

The more I run
The more I chase the hatred
Interlaced within your taste
To make a statement
Innovative the placement
I’m stationed to stay
And stick

I just run in with ks than im clearing the space 
Skurring the plates  im blurring they face 
We only made it   made it by gods grace 


Ou yaya 

Im

Sidney crosby
I watch my mama chop a brick, no karate
We be couped like Audi
Tough as Teflon Don, no John Gotti
I told you before, I'm a rap star
Fast car,

and
I'm just gon' keep balling I keep balling like I'm
Wait hol' up
Got em' turning they neck
When I walk by they see my Patek
Yeah I bossed up and I flex

Making me give you my last name
Who thinks to stop me
Black Bing Crosby
Fuck their plot he
Write up another one
Ain't been this lit I's 21
21 days
21 plays

An Army Of Ants
An Ostention Of Peacocks
A Down Of Rabbits
Like A Rumba Of Ratllesnakes
A Run Of Salmon
A Bob Of Seals

Like A Kettle Of Hawks
A Nest

CAMPTOWN RACES  by Stephen Foster 1850

Camptown ladies sing this song, do da, do da
Camptown Races 5 miles long, oh do da day
I came down there with

I Want to Be Free (That's the Truth)

Too Short

Shorty the Pimp

1992

respect
But the OPD, found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the Task and jacked by the Vice
Face down on the ground keep my hands in sight
Put

towels (ok)
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers (ok)
They been countin' for hours, gettin' kisses by the thousands (ok)
Money

foolish
Smokin ounces on daily
Bob Marley zooted
He a fooli wit tha thu wop dont make em use lt
Bet
Ima get a check
Fuck it
Run it up
Double up
Bitch im all

Feeling like a bomb
When my stress blow up when
I just wanna bob
With my head go dumb no
I don't see the problem
I'm just too numb but
You the one who

next fall

I know your house is haunted
By disembodied dreams
You can run away forever
It's not as far as it seems
You can go back to your old house

poor Bob is sinkin' down

You can run, you can run, 
tell my friend Willie Brown
You can run, you can run, 
tell my friend Willie Brown
That I got

and
Fuck hoes on my spare time
She don't fuck on the first night
Then she don't meet my dead line
Niggas smoking that Bob Marley
That Bob Marley like yeah

The Mail Man

E-40

The Mail Man

1993

strap went boom 3x

Had him dodgin every muthafuckin up in the room

[ VERSE 2 ]
They say the youngsters run the penitentiary (I think they do)
They say

then I'll gun ya down
I'll stop pulling off heists when I'm dead
Never was bothered much by a price of my head
Because I love the chase
Whether I escape

Cross Road Blues

Buddy Guy

Hot Foot Powder

2000

soul, now, poor Bob is sinkin' down

You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown
You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown
That

Now take it all away

Pistol whippin' with a microphone
Never leave your brain alone
Like-minded likeable
Deeper than a rabbit hole
Never let him take

Black Bear Road

C.W. McCall

C.W. McCall's Greatest Hits

1978

cars which we rented from a fella by the name of Kubozke for thirty bucks a day, buy your gas along the way, take a rabbit's foot and leave a pint

Yuh 
Aye aye aye
Skrr

Gotta young shawty wanna make out
While I'm just tryna get that M by my play count 
Tryna be a legend motherfucker I can't

Get it in the pot start a fire cook it nice and strong
Have you ever seen a rabbit run so fast for so long
Track her path snare a trap fill it with