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Albums:

För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Searchin' for Love (David Sea) · Soul Searchin' [Valley Vue] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Soul Searchin' (Glenn Frey) · Searchin' for Shakes: Swedish Beat 1965-1968 (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


Chorus.
When you're looking for something cool to do,
Just good friends to be with you.
You better watch out where you hang out,
You might be judged by
music, I'm held back by what's outside. I'm not at all what you pictured, once again Ill be cast aside I was there, I saw what you did. you're not grasping
jail,
It was a dreadful fate,
For he suffered indigestion
Every time he ate.
Still, it's hard to blame this hungry guy
Who went searchin' for
a Dominican, stranded in New York like Filligan 
Don't want to get locked up in the pen again 
But here they come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin for guns
the lynch pin of love is trust 

An taught me monogomy is uh, monogamous 
Plus, for you dinner by candlelight 
Now don't commit before you sure you
[Jay]
Deliverin, I'll deliver and give ya
Whatcha been waitin (one two three) for/four
This, is the gift of the gab
That I had when I came out the lab
handle the s***

Searchin' for words I found none, without a sound
I left the house with a sick smile and took my gun
Now I'm out buggin', whylin',
wait
I actually grew five times my size grabbed
Ma$e by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him
Now that's practicing sacrilegious activism
Attack is for
but never convicted
Prozak, King Gordy, Tecca Ninna Self Inflicted

ACCESS DENIED(4x)

(Tech N9ne)
I don't make my music for no mother fucking whites
I
My theme is I push music to driveby
I slide through, scoop up four and ride high
Strap under the seat my hood technique
As I destroy your block like
and I'm vexed
And I'm flippin' 'cause these niggaz wanna play me for test
Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggaz in they faces
After that I'm
and I'm vexed
And I'm flippin' 'cause these niggaz wanna play me for test
Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggaz in they faces
After that I'm
and I'm vexed
And I'm flippin' 'cause these niggaz wanna play me for test
Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggaz in they faces
After that I'm
My theme is I push music to driveby
I slide through, scoop up four and ride high
Strap under the seat my hood technique
As I destroy your block like
gotta be the same cats
I can tell by they strange acts
When they mumble to each other
Like Milan they run for cover
New 'cause this bitch that I
tall, and a bud light
Just for you freaks on the moonlight late night

[Koopsta Knicca]
Tell me Three 6 who be bumpin' that music
Hypnotizin'  Koop I tell
uh
Few private thoughts, I'm not just
Out for your sex, let me simplify
The things and life that
You find complex, forget what
You heard bout me 'cause
music loud, my parents proud
There's not an artist alive drawing a better crowd
Than the Everlasting operator droppin a groove
To make you get up
York niggas is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere
There it is, plain and simple like
in Hollygrove searchin' for the Skip dog
H2 chromed out, nice whip dog
Let's hit Gert Town, I heard they pop it off
Or hit P town, I heard they drop
Golden Armless, teachin hartlets 
That be strippin for they garments 
Searchin for a broken promise, regardless though 
You godless, still feed you full
music loud, my parents proud
There's not an artist alive drawing a better crowd
Than the Everlasting operator droppin a groove
To make you get up
of explosives. I see 

four guards where the entourage started, 

just pinpoint the target, so we can get 

started. 



Reepz 2:Yo nigga, I'm all for
runnin' amuck
They say that lesbians is sick
But they just do want to fuck

(Chorus)x4
As time keep passin' us by in my community
Wathcin' the children die
includes the following VERSE 4 ]
Suckers gettin jobs, they can't hold em
I'm a fiend for mics, that's why I control em
And dancin ain't never been my best

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