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Beautiful samples and meedi lyrics I'm sick of it
Bottom of the barrel bitch would say got the ick of it
Penicillin lyrics yeah you bruddas bacteria

We're taking all the energy, we're handing out
I don't think I give a single shit about 
All the stuff you're saying, guess I have my doubts
Have my

to put my music on a playback 

Take it easy, you ain't got to rush 
Call me Zara Larson, cause my Life's on Lush 
AZ killed this track and I killed

Thanx

Sublime

40 Oz. to Freedom [Japan 1998]

1992

to Julia Parker
Hey, Jeff the King where's my mic stands?
Martini with his 40 oz. in hand, to Jai Dods and his son Christian
I gotta say thank you

Thanx

Sublime

Second Hand Smoke

1997

to Julia Parker
Hey, Jeff the King where's my mic stands?
Martini with his 40 oz. in hand, to Jai Dods and his son Christian
I gotta say thank you

Centerview

Ray J

Raydiation

2005

(Yeah, yeah) 
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) 

I was just a young boy, 
Raised out in Carson, 
Ambla Elementary, 
Principal Dr. Larson, 
Me and my

Larson
For her I would turn to a fire man
Dyed in the wool, Lit like the twenty first Hanukah
Don't know what you'll find when you run us up
Under pressure

Smoking ganja 
Everybody light up 
We're just a bunch of lonely stoners
Being night owls 
I'm thinking bout when we gone get higher
When we smoking

trackaholic, call it what you call it
Saturday night I am so Kenny Wallace on that Dirt Dirt Dirt 
I miss that Dirt Dirt Dirt 
Gotta get back to it

I've been

I'm speaking
Hit you with that vocab
Got big goals
When I'm spitting 
No cap
Gonna stain a car
feeling like a cool cat
Call me Mr Larson
Slam your ass

Took so long what I left may be right
I'm in the cut like I'm a stitch
This ain't no Lilo no Stitch
We gotta go, we gotta grow
If you don't know, well

(Latin)
Nike

The brand that stands tall is destined to fall
It's called Nike you with me you wanna fight me or are you with me
You like it I hate it

How much could you do, can you prove in bout a second
I can spit impediment and you reckon man I'm testin
Getting so obsessed by the fact I'm feelin'

George Parsons
You playin with fire like it’s arson
Yeah you actin bad like Brie Larson
Yeah you hot like capsaicin 
Yo booty I wanna be in 
But you

Don't try to test with the one like we're playing squid games
Eyes open for Sang-woo's, before they stab me like Cain
If you got me like Abdul with

the start
Make sure you keep it till death do us part
Potna Lone gone he was left in the car
Still with me cuz I left him my heart
Other potna gone and he

“Honest I deny it
I would never lie to you.”
I’ve been holding on
Well tonight
I’m not holdin back
Don’t need you by my side
I’m alive
I ain’t going back

something unique to me
Which could be fulfilled by yourself
And no one else
Girl how could I resist?
How could you resist?

Oh, you like me
But I don't even

steed
If I don't have it, you don't either
Bindle fashioned from a Gucci t-shirt
Rations meager and principles of a tweaker bridge dweller, yeah by

you think the Holy Spirit just additional
How you think the Holy Spirit very fictional
How you say you love but it's been conditional
Your cappin I

Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more
Killa!
I said can you hear the drum
Can you hear the drum
I said can you hear the drum
Can you hear the drum
I said

I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from...
This is...this is projects
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where

'm the captain of this shit move like Bri Larson
Knew you got around mask slippin
Straps they thin enough I see that hoe it can't be hidden
Chest got me thinkin if

Larson my dear 
The answer so clear
But my music so conceptual 
Try to solve the album you're better off using decimals 
Livin by the medical like i don't