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Flathead One More Time

Ry Cooder

I, Flathead [Deluxe Edition]

One by one I lost them, out on the dry leaf floor.
We learnt to push those flathead cars as hard as they could go.
Just like old Whiskey Bob, down

blue
Now the cars, clothes, hoes coming by the two
My feet double G I don't do the Gucci
Lately I been dreaming and all of em' lucid
No I can't save you

[Intro]
On a hot dessert high way rollin my 64 feel the heat from the blacktop
represent with my boys all the cars start to raise up all the girls

America Drinks & Goes Home

Frank Zappa

Mothermania: The Best of the Mothers - 1969

1969

(Here's a special request)
(Hope you enjoy it)

I tired to find how my heart could be so blind,
Dear
How could I be fooled just like the rest

gotta stand on business like pops
Some of my niggas ain't have no dad ain't have no guidance raised by the block
Selling that thang gotta keep it in stock

I Went Outside Today

Aesop Rock

Hella Personal Film Festival

2016

faced the odds
As a child I played grab-ass and shot paper wads
I matriculated up by the grace of Bob
Used to licks macrame, cricket, and decoupage

but it aint fuckin heameroids
Outside my house its an unmarked car
I aint going down so piss you wanker
oh no, hang on, its Two-way Bob
With his new

car need an alignment and honestly dawg my chakras too
Fare well to welfare WIC is wiggity whack 
The tears of god leak through my ceiling 
It’s

Can make a nigga moms hang
Up crosses and horseshoes
I brought you to that state
Of mind you needed
By now you're weeded, bob your head
Recline seated

and then go with the stars
blow dro with my girl Venus on the way to Mars
they say you need a ship but niggaz get there in they cars
Uhhhh we smoke out till

And Bob's your uncle but you worry about your country
I don't take molly, I take lil' rocksy and my daughter
Out to get chiffon dresses from the shopping

beat while I smoke this heat
Ode to my peeps who got smoked by the heat 
Then hit it so hard, swear to God I can feel the stars 
So fill the gar up with

all to myself in my emotional cell where was you?

I paid your bills I paid your rent 
Your hair your makeup and the rest 
your car your test  your

had a crush on Castro
And Camilla, she'd loved Bob Hope
However, after staring into my
Clear blue eyes
They both went looking for the po-po-pope
Ooh

Mae starts to rang-a-lang
Car note, phone bill
Barely orangutan
Electric, gas, rent left you dangling, uh
 
Where my money at? (Ah-ahh)
We post in

ride for my dogs, get high with my dogs
Niggas won't snitch, don't abide by the law
Blowing loud on the porch
Makaveli on my thoughts
How many real

for these bitches
I wasn't always like this
'Til my heart got snatched by sirens and succubus'
But, fuck tears and fuck tissues
Fuck years of pain that

Numb to this shit
Southside
Just a little ode to my home city
Though I doubt anybody there remember me 
Besides my family
I hate the looks

been
I say ca va bien
Your chick really playful she sliding my DM today
she go first coup on my PM when she comes by 10pm
For breath taking fast taken

Smoking on some green leaf
Your ex wanna be me
She need me they watch me like a TV
The green TT cherry pie by my fingertips do you see me

And I

Here We Go

Damian "Junior Gong" Marley

Stony Hill

2017

punk cyaan finish weh Bob Marley started
Gong to the Zilla, I'm the Don Die-Hearted
Anywhere me go, dem roll out red carpet
Some man a buy car and nah

way
Red solo cup couple hundred bucks I’ve got my cash straight
Case of beer, my family's here no fear protected by my gun safe
I’m hungry, been working

it
To to the throne, come on

Man I've risked my rent money, my
Food money, my car payment, my quarters
I went big time, like Flav's
Clock, now I'm

don't want all of the gold, jewels, cars, and all the fame 
I been focused on my own path and gettin all my gains 
I can't be stopped by Jim Harry Lucy