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wanna dance

Da-da-da-da-da-da-dance
And sh-sh-sh-sh-shout
And le-le-le-le-let it all out

You make me wanna groove
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-groove

my mouth

Now they fear me
I found a way
To spit this gag out
A gag of fear from my mind
Designed from a time
By my mind When I fear to speak out

Now

dutches bitch
I come from the bottom
The ugly shit
I boom on a mic cuz
I was hit by some lightning
Mcqueen bitch I'm thunderin
Y'all just be mumbling

that she raised a thug
Smoking this runts shout out to the plug  and i ran off it was what it was
Backwood stuff wit that sticky tho
Bad lil bitch she

They don't see me at da party
Cuz I'm workin From Da Bottom
I'm always showin love
Never switchin up
I don't gotta hate on no man
Nothing gone stop me

Hot Ya Hot

Akbar

Big Bang Boogie

out your locker
And make way for the mind shocker, chief rhyme rocker
Boom-shaka-laka, park-jam-street-blocker
'81 summer heat, 'Big Beat' knocker

Drive-By

Kollegah

Jung, Brutal, Gutaussehend, Vol. 2

2013

wie 'ne Tuning-Messe

Gangster
Die Nummer 1 in den Trendcharts
Drive-By, ich schieß' aus dem Fenster
Und steig' nie mehr aus dem Benz da
Was für

On My Own

Nelly

Philadelphia Freeway

2003

ya'll tone
Now you see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya

It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club

BY DA POUND DAT CUTTA PUT YA UNDER 6 FEET IN DA GROUND 

We gone serve up on his block (Skrtt) 

Pop out with dem cutta’s knock nigga dreads off his

18-O-4, that's my people
Shout out to them real zoes
They ain't in the kitchen cooking grillo
Probably out whipping up a kilo
Sak pase, n'ap boule
All my

by the streets
I just wanna shout out to my day ones
I just wanna see y’all get this paper
Never leave y’all alone I know they hate us
Runts in da

a fifth
A frozen bottle of tequila
Guess im taking a sip
These strains of weed
Are more like doggy breeds
Im puffing pitbull
With german shepherd
I put

This shit hit different, I get it
I really lit when I'm spittin
I really spent what I'm gettin

Get it again, then I go double up with it
Shout out

Ay, mil, crank up da dunk!

Nigga crank up da dank turn up the funk
Nigga lift up the trunk pull out the chomp
Nigga roll up the funk
Nigga blow out

Hot This Year

Brand Nubian

Soundtrack to the Streets

1998

Yo Capri  yo this is Diamond  um
Check it out um I moved the session to next Wednesday 
At twelve noon  plug me in at D&D  you'll be outta there by

Hot Ya Hot

M-Boogie

Laid in Full, Chapter 2

2001

out your locker
And make way for the mind shocker, chief rhyme rocker
Boom-shaka-laka, park-jam-street-blocker
'81 summer heat, 'Big Beat' knocker

was dying
King I'm like a Lion
Made in his design
So I came designer
Shout to those for riding
But first shout out my mama
She was right beside me
All

correct where I reside you might not make it out alive
(At all)
From the top to da bottom this south our side
I love money an playin wit iron
(Love dem

I'll slay the verse, I'll slay the beast, its what I thirst
They forced our hand in war its truth, but we have lore and we have couth
Shout out to my dog

them fools, tell them feds I'm back
Ghetto bred pitbull, I ain't scared to scratch
I'm out the gate, po eight, 'cause I don't give a damn
HPD be lookin

savages

Figure it out
We only live once
I plan a mansion
I need a big house
I keep on wasting my time
By wasting my time
I'm the bigger cursor for

i ain’t talking bout Patrick 
I be stretching da pack out, like elastic 
All my niggas eating, we ain’t doing no fasting 
You got served by me,

on the side of the road (uh)
I could feel my blood boil, man, I'm out of control (yeah)
Wetsuit thick so I could shred when it's ice (uh)
Then lay in bed

"motionless" He remembers it vividly
Remembers seeing the "bottom of
His sneaker hanging
Out from under that white blanket"

Meek's mother, Kathy Williams, moved