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Woah
Yuh
Rap game ain't ready for this

Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh

I'm a lyrical poet, you know it, still tryna roll with the best flow
These rhymes that

the finest food
Hop you up on the dinner table I wanna taste of you
Little Miss Pikachu can I take a picture too
Promise I'll cherish every pixel like I was

to win
Lot of people playing pretend
You would never guess I'm drowning in the pool that I'm in
A lil' lime in mix
Girl, you know how it is
But this lemon

Valley

South Park Mexican

The 3rd Wish: To Rock the World [Explicit]

2009

Packed up in tanks under the trunk, 59 to 77 
Collecting my lot not even sweating, back on 35
wit my cheeder just gettin mine
You know me your boy O-Z

they check pockets when I roll through
And I hold all of you accountable
For the bullshit in the game
It's all manure, shit is the same
But tell me who

And by the end of the night you get a whole lot of funds
Why your crew be introduce me and see who tryna seduce me
She get moist from my voice said

a different place
Some homies deceived by greed ie we went a different way
Me and double R-Aqui(Icky) with keys up to our own lil place
An acre filled with all

I'm coming out your radio
I don't know who you're hating bro
But from here i don't know
If up is the right way to go
Because when people start

After I Hit 'em Up
And then Pac you
Roll up and then pop you
No Biggie the way that I got you
Twitch streamin' all of your screamin'
No memein',

mistaken if you a ho before I turn out
Walking away I'll heat you up and leave you burnt out-nigga
I'm hard to kill cause I refuse to die
and can't no man

me
Scott Van P (bad beat)
A lot of you all hated from the get-go (dang)
Guess you didn't know
Judas got fed bro (wooh)
I forgive you
I'll remember what

and seeds, so I call up my connecta and scoop up a fat OZ
Of that KB, going for about three fifty
If you need it, we got it, playboy, just hit me
And I'll hit

improper

Oh I think that I forgot her name, Alanna, Samantha, Madonna, Rihanna, oh shit

Whatever, I’m sure I’ll do better next time

I got my bread up

I’m

to roll it (Up!)
 Please don't hold it (Up!), Fuck with my emotion
 Last dude I smoked with is probably still floating
 Last dude I smoked with is probably

What are you about to do
I'm 'bout to roll up
You rollin' another one
Yeah
Oh
Why
Hm
You okay
Yeah I'm good, why
Oh
I never need nobody to gas me up

lit cigarettes in the litter box I'll
Stop drop and roll the wheels of the rickshaw off
I'm zen Ram Das with a mentat's thoughts
On the fringe I'm lost

bout drinkin until I’m hazy. It…
Don’t matter if I party by myself.
I’ll just 
Get some ice n grab the liquor off the shelf
Turn the music on late night.

you I'm ready leave
Dam
I got a lot on my sleeve
But
niggas ain't cheering for me
Like
Someday I'll be out of reach
Bitch
I'll be good on my own
Shit

snooker."

"Jumped up hi-fi salesmen who call you Sir, when what they mean really is twat
Kids who crayon on cars, I can piss through the bars on the whole

you wanna become
By the time I did twice, y'all even done it once
I let motherfuckers stay at the crib
Leave they shit
Did they features, mix they songs

shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!

street drug jive

"Hey white boy, what ya doing uptown
Hey white boy, you chasing our women around?
'Pa pa pardon me sir
Nothing could be farther from my

and dips 
Except for Domonique 
She fine as fuck 
I see you
In the see through
Modeled up 
Met Gala 
Saw her by the club 
Want a hug but can't
I'm faded off

Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don't think that you're cold
You're not ready