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Youre a Revhead (Adam Brand) · Tributo à Bossa Nova [Multimedia Content] (Toquinho) · Country Love Songs [Luxury Multimedia] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Tribute to Keith Urban [Tribute Sounds] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Keith Urban [1991] (Keith Urban) · Keith Urban (Keith Urban) · Keith Urban (Keith Urban) · Keith Urban (Keith Urban) · Karaoke: Keith Urban (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Tribute to Keith Urban [Tribute Sounds] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


rock tracks that's hard to the max 

It's spacey like mixing up angel dust and crack 

Yo wait a God damned pagan minute, then pause on that 

My
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin around with p
Aiyyo strike two, my style brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you
servallence
When I walk by you better not be kickin
Or i put two more in that terriyaki chicken

You've just been fitted for them seeman shoes
This is bottom
hundred S drivin with hand on trigger
Crazy Lestat, check my track record
Everything I touch is gold since eighteen years old
So what that mean?  I roll
on the tracks
This ain't romper room, you better learn how to act
Before I take my trey-eight to your door
So "Yo chill, everything cool sweetheart" - yeah, I
up like cancer
My style is original, not a subliminal
You say to yourself there's no one better, than him you know
Bustin all bustaz, killin all
You're pregnant with my kid
By the fireplace, we watch his doo-rags burn
I remodeled you, gave you the diamonds he couldn't wisely concern
Always talkin
R.I.P enough of that shit niggas that want to OD
Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal
If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal
You better
hundred S drivin with hand on trigger
Crazy Lestat, check my track record
Everything I touch is gold since eighteen years old
So what that mean?  I roll
attacks in stereo sound
Pull out my dick and I'll piss all on your burial ground
You better not clown or ever try to fuck with my committee
'cause
you boys and girls 
Which one do you go to? *many shouts* 
Which one do you go to? *many shouts* 
I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
Aiyyo, the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal
If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal
You better recognize n**** I'm straight from the street
Step off

Well, I'm Keith Cowboy and you're my cow
So what ya M.C's gonna do now?
It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan
You won't even get bread
R.I.P enough of that shit niggas that want to OD
Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal
If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal
You better
the whole world stompin
Title of the track: "Fuck Compton !"
Yeah, the record was a hit
and DJ Quik was on my muthaphukkin dick [haha]
Now you say the boy is
That brother's hot like curry, one love to Keith Murray
Rappers like Craig Mack quench my thirst for comedy
I'd love to hang with Red Man but I ain't
Sucking my dick and my mother fucking balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh with 'em
Blood bath when I let the fucking rap hit 'em
Full clip, but only
in
Half off the wagon with my feet draggin 
Taggin' hoes gettin' lots of trim
Gettin' jocks and props for all the spots I rock 

I'm true I'm blue
off my dick because I ain't the one 
And for anyone tryin' to bust me up

You better chill with that tryin' to fuck me up 
And if you're talkin'
Step off

Well, I'm Keith Cowboy and you're my cow
So what ya M.C's gonna do now?
It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan
You won't even get bread
see forever
You're the arms I fall into
There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do
Just to know you better

I don't want to give you half a heart
"Renegade" by Em and Jay
Symmetrical braids, incredible edible legs
Just to track her down I went on a ghetto crusade
Serenade this angel like Cyrano de
brains beyond the clouds of rain
Seven and a half are contained
Space was my birthplace, meditate in cocoons
Now see snakes in human costumes

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