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Wiggy

South Park Mexican

Raza Unida: Hip Hop Decade

2000

be fuckin' when you way past sixty?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Could I hide in your house if the cops is tryin' to get me?
(wiggy,

not just as
A product of the hood
Cos Miles Davis was rich and still
Played with the same feeling
It’s that cultural memory go and ask Steven
Ella

I'd do
Without you by my side
You give me a sweet tooth
Strawberry baby my pie
Maybe I'm way too bitter
To see clearly, to see clearly
Maybe I'm way too

is in every way
Christina Aguilera
Christina Aguilera
Don't need a man
Don't need a rest
I ain't your bitch
Yeh I do this on my own
Always on my own

Goodbye to You

Dot Rotten

No. 5 Collaborations

2011

on Windrush, supporting a mar jays old man
Cold doubling eight kids, bare bills
Plus racists full of hatred in your own plant
Three jobs in a day (three jobs

We'll die alone in sweet, sweet solitude

Darkness descending, I'm done pretending
That I can endure another day
My skin and bones, they crave your

Fu-Gee-La

Fugees

The Score

1996

sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy

I saw this shit coming from a mile away
I can see the future while you bums are trapped in yesterday
Always up to something got this money locked

an easy way
Never been the type to follow

I made my own way
Stayed in my own lane
Made my own name
Shit, I'm all by myself

No friends came
Everybody

Cross the Green Mountain [From Gods and Generals]

Bob Dylan

Gods and Generals [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack]

2003

I cross the Green Mountain
I sit by the stream
Heaven blazing in my head I
I dreamed a monstrous dream
Something came up
Out of the sea
Swept

above the skyline, miles high, hoping that the
Roaches, rats, and blind mice slide by, unnoticed
9-5, focus on the grind, like your opus
It’s high time

the
Cellars and the shavers
To a high rise balcony way in the air
Stand on my own, so I don't need no favors
And the watch on my wrist dumber
Than any one

for that road and for my novel debut
My scars, they taught me and point me on the right path
And by the way thanks for telling me your story
Sylvia

In my all creased up Ben Davis
Native give a fuck about who's hatin
See I ain't got time for your two faces
Native, I'm the face of the new AZ
Never

knew my ways
So you’re stranded on a lonely road
Know one mile’s too close to the sun
But don’t mind a little while on your own
You’ll find someone

strike back
Stay in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes

the refrigerator 
Maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold
If I could escape 
And recreate a place in my own world 
And I could be your favorite girl

in a day
But I gotta find a way
And they wanna see me play by the rules
So I went and made my own
Went from man to man to zone
Got some ground I gotta

Sweet lychee
You're a peach baby, in the summertime
Keep playing
All graffiti
Shades of spray paint on your lonely eyes
Rise and shine, it's morning

(Woo, woo!) with cameras in black (Yeah!)
Shoot, shoot, shoot, blinded by that flash
Ooo, ooo, ooo, finally getting cash (I finally got it, though!)

chasing me (Woo, woo!) with cameras in black (Yeah!)
Shoot, shoot, shoot, blinded by that flash
Ooh, ooh, ooh, finally getting cash (I finally got it,

is a given 
And the evidence of your influence may be hidden 
But I promise, the children are stepping in your footprints 
The same way that you

Lay in bed with the baddest bitch
Off the gas, I gotta have it
In the Stu, trynna nail this mix, yeah

Living on your own is hard these days
Get up

Murder Me

Alexi

The Last Temptation

2002

[Ja Rule]
Uh, uh, yeah
We back up in this motherfucker
Murder Inc
Ha ha
I go by the name of the Rule
You know
Got my nigga Chink Santana in