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still doubt Hit
I should hand niggas a contract
Like fill out this
Went through the seasons I had
To stand the weather
One man band, y'all better band

"They gon think we withh them frat boys we steppin, we post up wit glocks and hit up opps shit deadly
niggas dont even pop out witout that fire real

meet
Shootin' by myself so I name my gun a selfie
Bands and YK on a mission gettin' wealthy
Dropped out of school pussy boy do not test me
Three glizzy's

back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't

Tell you my style a 10 out of 10
I ball like Curry and Kevin Durant Huh
I double the bands Yuh
I win all the games cause I can Yuh
I was not playin

Song Title: VIVA SANTANA
Written and  composed by: Stash Rameios; 
Lead Guitars: Electric & Acoustic – Stash Rameios
Band:  Blu-flames  (Stash

And you're a butthead like you have pants on your face
And we can butt heads, like a ram with some rage
Got your horns showin' devil, brass band in my way
Well

Going Underground

Chris Thompson

Criminal Tango

1986

got, I'm Going Underground, we'll let the brass bands play
And feet start to pound, I'm Going Underground. We'll let the boys all
Sing and the boys all

Next Up

Big Daddy Kane

Underground Kingz

2007

endin' in my series of warnin'
You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin'

Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or deceased
From the South

sliming you out for real
The swag you can say i was born with it
The drip came imported delivery
Different spices on my timeline
They all fascinated by my

on the beat caused sum heat now a nigga gone
You didn't fuck with me look at me now a nigga on
Now a nigga on
What
Steppin' by my lone
Yeah head on my chrome

an underscore.

I done walked by faith a long way from home.
I could always see what's coming like I'm Raven Symone.
I know a band of niggas drumming & gunning

up Gs
Like what's yo come up like?
Mama kicked me out no goin home (no goin home)
Ran up them bands I called my blood and hit the road (hit the road)

Standin' on the corner of Royal Street,
On a Sunday afternoon
Out there by the old A & P
Barefoot in the sun in June.
I saw her playin' with the
Big

take a
Trip to old Japan
And they turned out the whole brass band
He played every instrument they got
Like a lad, sure he beat the whole lot
Now the old

away

And I'm running down a mountain side when I close my eyes
And I'm a leader of a big brass band when I close my eyes
Any boy can dream
Dream

thought I was dead (dead)
But really, it's just up from here
Yeah, I'm up next (yeah)

I hit up Shot By Blake
I'm like, "Yo, let's go out West" (let's go)

the boat, ini mini miny Moe
I pick them out like a thot, baby this your only shot
Come fuck a nigga for some bands
Don't forget to bring your friend

Fuck me

Check my resume out look what I did
I built some habits up look at the way that I live
I'm steppin' out
Look like I'm going to a movie premier
I got

and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go

d-d-don't you dare cry out

I want a big ol' brass band
Playing whatever they think of
May their guidance be from above
cnd I, the conductor

I want to share

nizz sent them back out the farm blocks ring like alarm clocks
Surtn got hit by the he was shocked wen the car stopped
Bucked into ab bands went crazy

Hand On My Nutsac

Coolio

The Essential Collection

2012

out, laid out
She only gave it up because she thought I had some crack
And I won't be strayed by a lame ass dame
Keep my dollars in my pockets 'cause

Hand on My

Coolio

It Takes a Thief

1994

, strung out, laid out
She only gave it up because she thought I had some crack
And I won't be strayed by a lame ass dame
Keep my dollars in my pockets