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shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is

This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread

freak, it's guaranteed

My momma don't love me she said I need help
Having cracked lips is bad for your health
Cracked so hard like ass hit by a belt
I

fat. 
!¡!¡YaAaAaSsss!¡!¡

No need to front or keep a secret.
You can choose to not, or believe it.
`cuz on ever 1st and 3rd weekend.
Your man comes

Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That

the man he could never become
With his head in his hands he would say
Who are they to get to decide your worth
In this century 21st
Spell bound by this

The John Birch Society

Chad Mitchell

Mighty Day: The Chad Mitchell Trio Reunion

1994

we get Red Skelton won't that be a victory
Oh we're the John Birch Society, the John Birch Society
Norman Vincent Peale may think he's kidding us along

DO THE RIGHT THING

[Intro: St Spittin]

Let’s do something crazy
You only live once right?
Let’s just do it right know what I mean?
Live a little

instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get

told
See the sun rise over Roses
Your lips cherry, please surprise me
And we leave the confined world behind and
Tell the story when we’re old
It’s

I know what you've been yearning
Her Heart jumping , beat thumping, body trembles, she's ready to play
Eyes closed, lips red, blindfolded
Tie her up,

Down the Line

Big Daddy Kane

Taste of Chocolate

1990

the crowd
Snatchin the microphone real proud
But your rhymes are so booty you should write em on White Cloud
So next up down the line, Scrap Lover
[Scrap

sides
Little splash of red, for the sparks that fly, from my lips to your lips, when it's you and I
c work of art
c hint of blue for your ocean eyes,

your red lips how you match em' with them red nails
Red flower in a field of blue how you stand out

Love me like it be your last time living
Your energy

Not even an inch
My lips are red like that Ferrari
I'm up to be filmed by David Lynch
Bitches don't deserve your body
Not even an inch
My lips are red

get electruted

That's what I said, all you sons of the morning
Lucifer your middle names all the angels are mourning
Oh no, I ain't talking

through blank stares
Get your mind right
Words said by talking heads
Tell-lie-vision
When chemical lines kill minds
Info red target
Inner city markets

handle fame
Come and pass it to me
When I pissed on my Pradas
That was tragic to me
When I kissed your lips
It felt like magic to me
When I copped that

you weren't my fucking friend
You take the blue pill with your medicine

And if you ever step into the sun
I hope you know that you are not the one
You

Run/An Island (Interlude)

Ne-Yo

Non-Fiction [Deluxe Version]

2015

eyes sparkling, you a breath taker
Heart stopper, need a chart topper
Groovy Q meets Big Pimpin'
St. Laurent for your Spring clothes
Red bottoms, you

well she's heading South
Your eyes are wide and they're bright and glazed
As the moon turns red through the misty haze
Your face it says it all, I dare

Mother Is...

Eric Draven Interlude 
“Mother is the name for god on the lips and hearts of children do you understand? Morphine is bad for, Your

silhouette
Washed our love away
Roses are red
Violets are purple
Without you I am blue
Roses are red
Violets are purple
Without you I am blue
You
Portrayed me

emotion 
Foretell all the omens  
For me they all open
If I couldn’t buy it I stole it 
I grew up by Union 
N government cheese 
The 1st was ah shopping