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Drive Slow

Paul Wall

Drank Epidemic

2005

his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by

Game Over

Ice Cube

The Untouchable [Screwed]

1997

get yours baby

I'm seeing millions, niggaz don't understand
Know what? I'm makin' moves, puttin' cash behind plans to blow up
Will he style like this

here
(Forever, forever)
Forever by my side, I thought
(That's what I thought, I
Was just thinking) , i thought (I was wrong)
I keep smokin' back to back

Game of Life

Snoop Dogg

Da Game Is to Be Sold, Not to Be Told

1998

baby ken dawg
From the westside four-o's got love for short and my
Homeboy j-ball from the seven four from that gang
And the homeboy tracy d from

weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's

my prey right by the locks
Put that drip drip on the riff
Jimi Stylix play that licky lick in the click
Even if your six turned nine you'd still be

right beside me
Fuck they talkin bout I'll never do you grimy
Heaven on the way if you're still aligning
Smokin on this gas higher than a nose bleed

of potention shit
you know they hurtin in my section
yet a hustle gets depressing laws on the streets holla at the chief
and still can't get a blessing
they

Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember

By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your

out
I body these beats, body bag in the booth
Red flag around the rear view
Mirror in the coupe oops, I meant the boupe
I'm smokin' on the sloop

I'm the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make somethin' for the gangsta bitches
Never by myself got the banger with me
Hatin' ass

Freaky Thangs

Twista

Word of Mouf

2001

love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread
Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head
How I dip up in it we can make a video

Perriering
Now we out in Pari niggas still-white girls

Uh, I said it's Kid Ink baby
Somewhere out here in Pari
Still I'm smokin' on lA california Mary
Ain't

Girl I showed you all of my sides
Treat you wrong, then treat you right
Always standin' by my side
But I gotta leave tonight
Still baby girl, you got

a mirage? All these girls, thank you God
Is this world my world? Am I the star of stars?
Baby, pimped out, I'm gettin' too large and smokin' cigars
All

and trees, fuck that, you gotta branch out
I camp out by a rat house, wait 'till he turn the lamp out
Still drownin' in the fuckin' money, y'all niggas look

Lights are inviting with cold faithful eyes
Watching me through every step
And every window passing by
Blank expressions leave me fearful
Of a slow

Harlem

Jim Jones

Harlem: Diary of a Summer

2005

you movin' slow motion
Walkin' pass the Carter, now it's pokie still smokin'
And I could still picture the sports bar
Niggaz think they hot shit

Crime Story

MC Hammer

Please Hammer, Don't Hurt 'Em

1990

Knives in our hands to the sound of the click
And now we're ready, we hit the swoove
Windows ease down we spray their crews

Eight fools dead, a baby too

Bounce Back

Juvenile

The Greatest Hits

the bricks
While I fly private jet out of town by a bitch

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Tryin to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds

pimp I already know it
She don't smoke, but I be blowin'
She's still ride like she's my roadie
So we fuck like we hate each other, then hop out like

[Chorus: Cutty Cartel]
No I don't like calamari by and no I don't eat caviar
But you might catch me exquisit at the bar
You're the finest that I seen thus

bad (Bad)
I fuck her 'til she go to sleep, every time she mad (Mad)


[Verse 1]
Rich nigga still love Pop-Tarts (Uh)
For breakfast had Skittles

Baby could you just relax 
Girl you moving way too fast
Steady smokin gas
We be smokin by the pack
Could you maybe turn it back
God damn would you