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Wrapping my legs 'round the back of his neck
And my feet by the name on the jersey (swoop)
Got me a condo in Jersey
He wanted to lease it, but I made him

Compton's in the House

N.W.A

Straight Outta Compton

1988

dolars because they know
When we're on the stage, we're in a mothafuckin' range
So Dre, why don't you get the 12 guage [yeah]
And show 'em how

I said shake that ass slow and drop it low for me
I said shake that ass slow and drop it low for me
I said shake that ass slow and drop it low for me

just can't take it 
Yea Man (Woah Woah)
Yea she work it like a pro
Get it get it go shake it fast not slow

She said Look boy no hands
I said Oh my,

wrist when he tote it so
12 gauge bruck cudda left man headless
Leave those crows to dispose of the bones
This Esco Lone live in the battlefield but its

(jumpin')
Dale loca, toma (jumpin')
Another round of shots, this party's jumpin'

Pack it up, pack it in, I came to sin
And if she's with me, you know

Choppa holding up ya body like da road course
Da 12 gauge go retarded wit da low torch
Sawing off da edge of da shotty gone get u more force
A fuck nigga

That's how we do it, Colorado
It's the way of the south
I'm an east side baby
I grew up with them hillbillies
We all crazy
We sipping on a shine with a 12

's ganja way up in the mountains[00:12.71]I bought it on a beach in Jamaica[00:15.19]All over paradise, wildin' out[00:20.06]We be so high that it's

Act a Fool

King Tee

Ruff Rhymes: Greatest Hits Collection

1998

It's Friday night on the streets of L.A.
I'm goin' out, been hangin' round the house all day
So I take me a shower, dress like a big daddy
Stop

Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake (Shake It, Shake, Shake)
Turn your brain to spraypaint (Yeah)
Spin your head 'round, Beyblade
Left and Right look

buss on that cake agh!
Shake it mamma
Shake it mamma
Shake that ass
Shake it mamma
Work it mamma
Shake that ass
If you ain't got no money
You don't see

got money on my mind
Otherwise why would I
Be cruising round the city
At like 12 o'clock at night
When my phone like
Yeah, I be on the road
I'm the one

Pop That Thang
Artist: (Brian Robbo

INTRO : Ugh
Uhan
I like it 3X
Drop it, drop it
Drop it round baby, drop it round baby
Ugh
Girl,
I like the way

gauge double barrel 
Loaded full of buckshot 
Brewin up that mountain dew 
It boilin like a crockpot 
Deep out in theese southern woods and 
Far away from

shake n bake
Yea shake that cake
Yea work wit it
Yea work wit it
Let me see u break it down
cnd twerk wit it


I see you lookin good lil shawty
I see that

the type to pop it off
While everybody talking
While everybody running
He that quiet nigga walking
12 Gauge down my pant leg
A nigga boppin
Yippy Yap Yippy

still on porches
Fill the gauge no reinforcements
Feel like bode I'm wearing all black
They want smoke I'm puffing all that
Said they want it but they do

Ghetto Cowboy

Mo Thugs Family

Boom, Vol. 2

1999

of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to 
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for

be round lot of henchmen
Moving like im John Gotti, 12 gauge nigga shotty
Hit 'em all in the body, I just caught another body
Lord forgive me I'm

me and my brothers[00:48.23]These fuck niggas hate me and I love it,[00:50.12]I do nut in they hoes by the dozen[00:52.01]It ain't bout doe don't be

Who knew[00:16.53]Who knew I'd be riding round in that new school[00:20.12]Just left my ex bitch I gotta new boo[00:23.62]She a bad lil light skinned

me sayin where the thots is I got bookoo[00:38.01]She bad so the bag she bring in be by the bookoo[00:41.72]It's crazy the hate my name bring in be by

to wearing pumas 
I'm used to getting brain 
Till it feel we sharing tumors 
How you acting round ya homies 
Barely suit ya 
Look like a buncha 
Bitches