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pay
And my wine (?) and my shrimps sauteed
And I'm chillin' in LA with (?) for the day

Ain't that a bitch?
Foot up on the dash, ain't no brakes in

Lieutenant Roast a Botch

E-40

The Element of Surprise

1998

by ten different dicks
Bitch! Your whole house smell like piss

(Chorus: E-40 (Silk-E)] 
(If it ain't about cash, then it ain't about shit)
Throw

Huh, she soft she silk
She soft she silk
Soft she silk
She soft she silk
Turn it op, okay

Shawty she a savage but she soft she silk
Baddy ain't no

smooth as silk
But keep ya head up, and simply move with the groove
Life aint over yet, so why be stuck in a mood
There aint no point in crying over no

"Can you get it up?" i clarified
"The only thing that I ain't give is a fuck"
I'm dominated by approachable style
It's in my nature and while plenty

and make it
Silk on my body
Cash out the lobby
Touchdown i'm outy
Touchdown i'm gone
Watchu be on
Talking you go on
Need to go on by your own
Silk on my body

You think I'm playing I could show you this ain't Hulu
In this black parade I'm Silk the Shakazulu
Spread love show me love I need Buku
Straight from

a lick
There ain’t no hope Bitch I been legit gotta nice scope for a hater bitch
My girl down so imma make her rich
Make a play in spare time I got air

this adversity
I swear it bring out the fucking worse in me
That sucka shit always be urkin me
I need that paper urgently
If you ain’t got my paper
It’s

Think I'm demonic
No recollection of logic
Prolly why I shouldn't have shot him 
Fuck it, Hiding til I got a ride to get up outta here
I need a phone

thought I was useless
Was crying, curled up in a ball made up of my excuses
I used to live stuck in my past cause I ain't have no movement
Shit I know you

Symphony 2000

EPMD

Out of Business [Limited Edition]

1999

and phat fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for

And you muse I run, the blues overdone
Let me tell you bout a thing called hate
No need to wait you dive in the paint
Rise up again they're lining the Tate

tryna do

Babe, I like the way you touch me
But love the way you fuck me
Girl, ain't no need for frontin'
'Cause you're my type of woman
Wanna fly

have to do
(You're Crying) and i can still feel four fear
(You're Crying) your hands are feeble and weak
(You're Crying) that aint the love that you need

what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,

you is hurting on my mind
My mind is clear, my baby is crying on my mind
About this all, my babe, I can't make you survive

I need you to stay, but

on the body of a real woman
And that's bae, tell by how you looking you ain't even bout to play
And I ain't playing either get them panties out the way 

Baby

shoulders off let me get right in it
Dust my off let me get right

I ain't gon cry over spilled milk
I'm a stay slicker than silk
Nigga that ain't how you

crying
Why you crying baby
You crying
I don't want you to motherfucking fucking cry no more
Say why you cry baby
You crying
Oh why you crying lately
You

in love but now it's too late
You found another guy but he ain't silky smooth like me huh
You're smooth like SILK
All over my skin
Why do I keep

Symphony 2000

EPMD

Def Jam 200x

and phat fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for

Smokestack Lightning

The Animals

Animalism

1966

gotta go catch the next train smokin'
Bring my bags and go
Oh my baby need you by my side
Give me loving, keep me satisfied
Hear me crying, baby, oh,

Swing Ya Rag

Swizz Beatz

Paper Trail [Clean]

2008

on my Louis silk shirt match my Louis rag

Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci