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Rappers' Ball

E-40

Gangsta Hip Hop, Vol. 5

1997

drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy

Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall

Higher

Ice Cube

Higher Learning

1995

Don't like scholarships because they hurt me 
Nothin' but a slave to the university 
That's why ya see me on the track field run by ya 
Caught by

picked
Oh, I'm so glad that you're the one I did
Dandy like a dandelion
I'm in heaven

Keep getting pricked by thorns
All of my leaves are torn
But then

by a woman
That ain't the real me
Still, she managed to to spill
Out a little me
Watched the doctors wipe the blood
From her little feet
And goddamn

stories
She would never say it, but she finds it kind of boring
In the back of her mind she thinks, "this ain't really for me"
She don't like to open up

star
But I'm sippin' by the bar
Got me feeling like the stars kinda wishing on me
They say heaven ain't to far
But we living close to hell, all is well

a vengeance
Like Heaven sent him
I got Burberry scent on I been gone
I'm back, what what you been on
I been know to smell like a pack
Of that chem dog
Got I

messing with 
I'm not a person that you should be testing 
You fucking with me and I turn to a fellon
I go to the sky and rip you outta heaven
I'm bout

spinnin' like Havana syndrome and a Xan
Pretending that I'm Fry talking to my Bender toy
Yeah I do this show daily, here's your moment of Zen
Call me

Spark up blunts by the pounds
My Glock full of rounds
And I laugh at you clowns like "haha!"
Get 'em up, drop 'em down
Back with the sound
And I

if you ask me
All my music sounds the same

How you doing?
Your girl trying to call me and beat me
Kim Possible, that is impossible
Only because

No One Can Do It Better

N.W.A

The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 1: 1988-1998

1999

a date
For America's most complete artist, but wait
Make sure that you keep the facts in mind
Don't mess with The Great, cause the D.O.C. is like a nine

shit sound like a semi
Leaning all day
When I drink on this henny
Do not fuck with me
When that liquor all in me
No cup in my hand
No cap in my lyrics
Yo

Alright, alright, chill, chill, chill
Everybody listen up
I need Bradley over by the Slurpees
Larkin, go distract that homie over there
Austin, you

This Is It

Flatbush Zombies

3001: A Laced Odyssey

2016

All you fools just sound the same
Ain't no credit to your name
Ain't no credit line open, that's discrediting the fame
Form your business in

defend me
Evidently the situation is sick B
Feel like Em and Kim, Ike and Tina, Bobby and Whitney
Whenever Ur Around...
All that lovey dovey's right out

a lot of words that have tickled many ears
That's why I praise God for the Word that we adhere
The Word became flesh, lived for thirty years
Died at 33,

that be looking like me
They never seen someone who look like me
On the golden tv screen
"That's how it's gonna be"
Boy, what do you mean?
Delicate,

This some shit you gotta spark up to
Some chill cool shit
Sound like it's made by The clchemist or something
cight but listen listen

This song ain't

fucked me drunk
And screamed her name

Sounds like a cabaret to you i feel so small
And I’m sure you didn’t mean
Anything by it at all
Everything is just

adamant
You, your man and them
Heard that y'all broke up
I post up like manikins
I'm on the way
Pull up on you baby girl
Let me take control
Two seater

these niggas up)
Back leg loose like a nigga had to poot
I'm a God in Memphis, who bigger than me? (Who bigger than me?)
Shit that they did, I did

That's How Love Moves

Bette Midler

Bathhouse Betty

1998

It's such a mystery
How she found something in me
That I never knew was there
But she uncovered it so easily

She turned me like a season
And I

gave me a choice yeah
This world is making me cold
We're killing each other for gold
This ain't the life that I chose
The devil in the details yea yeah