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Panty gushy on some new sheets
Go deep no sleep then we repeat
DD tasty like a pastry
Lacey oiled up need a glazing
Code red oh
Oo you got a problem

between di sheets
One gyal bend up her body out leap
If yuh cyan dweet, gal mek a sit
Pick up and drop it and shout technique
Jamaican, African, and Boriqua

to never die and write another single
When we're on a dinky planet and our star'll never mingle?
When I crinkle up another sheet, my nose'll start to wrinkle

Cytokinesis in the presence of Jesus
Genesis of my fetus from the heart of Egypt

Dance
Against your best men
Fans connect your both hands
Friends
Get left in

Mind over Matter

Ice-T

O.G. Original Gangster

1991

techniques
Grab the pen
And place it on some loose leaf
Nothin' soft, always  the tough meat
The white paper and
Blue lines excite my mind
Not allow'n me

Let your body flow free like energy high
We be high
Flow Free like
We be high
Flow Free like
One shot, one chance, one move, one dance
We be high

gettin paid with my nigs
On tour, roar with that hardcore stuff
Niggas call bluffs (I give em no chance) I make it more rough
(And even slow dance

you're a freak
My technique
Knees weak
Put a bitch out right to sleep
Hit the club and it's crowded at the bar
Take my hand let's hit the dance floor
Now

glands
Pussy wanna purr, pussy wanna dance
If you wanna bang, I'mma hit it - I'mma slay
I'mma do my thang, give you brain, lemme taste
Yeah baby yeah,

to take no names
The spoils of victory, I take claim
Feedback & fame won’t feed the fam
Smooth criminals, creep through villages
gone in the morning, sheets

speech back, a dont need that
Man its fucking weak crack, thats ya feedback
It's a steep bank, and the weeks pass
Am not geet strang, but A keep gaan

stupid bitches drunk and twerkin' to bullshit
Or foolish niggas into guns and murkin' wit' full clips
Y'all on the same team; river dance to the mainstream

quiet when the sun is down
Dark behind the sheet, crazy in my cerebellum every time I sleep
Will he tab another beer gold caps on the rug
A mother so

faded
Mhmmmm
Dances like a freak
Never says a word but she let her body speak
Ooooo
The cheek
Hips swi-swinging with such technique
She been waiting all

I seem to recollect that everybody ate
Once upon a time when everybody dance
Ticklin' the clouds with your feet above the ground
Try to remember
It

touched the seas
A time before time
When birds nested with the bees
You taught me your fusion dance and we practised in the sheets
You made me your disciple

Come turn my sheets from black to white
I'm feeling lucky Roll the dice
Please Wear your helmet on the bike
She said I gotta take what's mine
She said

Tinkerbell
And this beat gone ring
Bright red like a bleeding beat
Words harder than tough meat

Imma catch
You're my treat
Wanna dance?
Unlock my feet
Wanna

Got the Flava

Show & A.G.

Representin' the Streets

1995

make it more rough 

(And even slow dance) on niggas faces, rugged, fuck it 

Them niggas got to love it cause we made this 

I'm gettin papers