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Mr. Good Bar

LL Cool J

Mama Said Knock You Out [2011 Back to Black Version]

1990

That's somethin' we won't talk about
He's smart enough to have ya, but dumb enough to let ya out 
I like ya Fendi bag, your alligator shoes 
Your

them---HOES!!!
Let me hear you say---HOES!!!
Let me talk about them---HOES!!!
Let me hear you say---HOE!!!

(Verse 3)
I met this bitch by the strip on a hot night

on
Options, it was hard to pick, so I put both on (two)

These broke-ass niggas talk too much, I ain't even bossin' up
Stop tryna compare your life to mine,

know the next time I'll see ya
Yea but for now onomatopoeia
Zoom!
I ain't really stopping 'til its billions
Shoot at racist pigs like Richard Nixon
Your

You'd have more luck tryna hit a six
Pissed on a cricket pitch
Fess up, you ain't Richard Dick
You ain't fuck shit up in ya sister's kicks
It's that

I've never been shifty
Niggas tried to strike me out but Im Ken Griffy
Had lives like a cat this my third try
Blinded by my aura pour this visine in ya

it to myself all night
Now it's one year later, she by my side, that's right

Can I get to know ya, yeah
Can a young boy know ya, yeah
Can a young boy

Weak Become Heroes

Paul Oakenfold

Perfecto Chills, Vol. 1

2003

you all my life I don't know your name
(The name's European Bob Sordid, anyway)
We'll have a dance now see ya later
Pleased to meet ya - likewise,

Call Ticketron

Run the Jewels

Run the Jewels 3 [LP]

2017

eat from the river, the panther heart taught to talk by smart chicks
Sip pure venom and skipped away grinnin'
I put that on mom, she ain't raise a Vic

to Jigga i sip Dussé
This hair natural— ion needa toupee
N my clique got rich niggas only
All we talk about is guap and chipotle
If ya broke u cannot be my

numbers nigga
Numbers don't lie and by the way mine keep gettin bigger
Audemar, AP, Rolli, maybe Richard Milli
I'm not materialistic, I'm just the product

of Euphoria
All I see is smiles and pretty faces in this area
And a bunch of dope boys over here, hell ya!
I'd like to introduce myself, I'm from Nigeria
And my

I bust the block for the sack
I guess y’all still ain’t learning
Them Dale boys playing the corner
Just like Richard Sherman
Opinions I'm

fired
This the type of shit to get you higher
This the type of dick ya bitch desire
Like come here baby let me beat it up
Or I'll get heated up like I'm

the alumni
Now I just run & hide
Got me feelin like I'm dodging in a drive-by

Why you stuck to me, why you a leach
There's no love for thieves, ya son a beach

smile
Spitting small talk nigga
Interverted by choice
You niggas don't need me
You hoes don't deserve me
Fuck the sympathy
Fuck the empathy
Fuck whoever

feel safe but till then surrounded maybe later

Man how ya feeling well I'm better than most
And maybe I could carry this until I'm dead as a ghost no

I wish I had better looks
Like what did I do
I’d pick less ugly more good
Then I’d be liked by all of you
But I hide my face behind books
Cause when

home
Can't really talk to ya So this song a have to do
Play it high volume so it make it up to you
Know we meet again when my life is through
And until

supposed to prove he couldn't handle the trip
But he went in the end, and was immediately sick
Van Gogh sold one painting in his lifetime
Richard Branson's

as lyricists
Militant minded tenement talk in project lobbies
Had me embarrassed by eighteen that I ain't catch a body
The 90's was mob tied, mafia monikers my

Mi want bonus mek dollars every yutman mek bonus dollars mek miracles happen hola kasarani makadara mek dollars westlandz buruburu owned by dongaz

Hustlin'

Master P

Trapped In Crime

2000

to pop motherfuckers dat talk shit on the block 
From New Orleans (background Florida) to Texas (Atlanta) 
Fuck all ya'll bustas cause Master P about it

confronted by my conscious, got me running from my pride
This wordplay could scare a man
Taking acid trips inside the caravan
I don't do it for the money