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to fuck it up, I should get a cease and desist

By tomorrow, hell, the cat might pull up and charge you
The clique with me, nigga, might pull up in charter

of
There's nothing you can't do
Now you're in Compton
These streets will make you or break you
Expire or inspire you
Let's hear it for Compton compton, Compton

Oh Boy

Cam'ron

Come Home with Me

2002

blaka (blaka)
But she like the way I diddy bop, you peep that? (Oh you peep that, right?)
Mink on, Mauri kicks plus Chanel ski hat
She want the (boy)

can hold it like you in a jam
Love on me like I was your man
Bandana tied like Santana

Krispy like Kia Shine
Brand new fit just to sit inside
I get in

01 Maxwell mixed with Santana
That's 08, I can't feel my face
I need a bandana
Film my life with a '85 camera
Do things, you can not stand us
Your

Black bandanna I'll hitchu with the blamma
Been a hot nucca welcome to my cabana
I pull strings like Carlos Santana
Banana clip do you dirtier than

they leave behind
Babygirl the way you dance is fire
Movin them hips you know
You makin me hypnotized 
The way our bodies fall together
I can hear you

Put My Cassava For Your Body Oya Oya I Put My Potatoe For Your Body Oya Oya Akudo Nobi Joke Oh Oya Oya The Way You Dey Do Me That Thing Dey Sweet Me Oya

thotties cannot kick it all karate
Illuminati mommies think that they some hotties

Drugs ease the pain but what do it cost me?
Love or hate it bitches want

in a Blue Blaze, and
I take it, I've been waiting since way back
In the days when the guys in the southeast
Promotions were still blading
Put you over?

a stack right by the fan
Know how to act don't get blam
The bricks and the pounds coming in
Know the real meaning within
I don't do this shit for pretend

Yeah, they like Santana why you changing up the map
Yeah, I know you got girls in your section, that don't matter

And they been acting real

, caddie, yeah
Feel like flyin' LAX by the way she pat me down, yeah (Psh-psh)
Yeah
I've been on my dolo (Dolo)
Close to my heart, no pollo (Polo)
Lets let

Ride [Remix]

Juelz Santana

It's All Under the Bird

2009

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Even though I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do, 
And then I, chase this paper you ain't gotta wait for me

Do you believe in the God
Actually, I was looking for Santana
What? Who
Looking for Santana
Yeah , my bitch caught me cheating I lied to her face,

Didn't leave my room for a week
So weak got me hyperventilated
I'm lost, but half of me
I'm lost, but I'm fine, (by the way)
You can't stop the waves

trees like I believe in Santa

I got the juice ain't talking Tropicana
I'm what the games been missing like I'm Santana
Just hold me down through these

on freedom of the press, but every
Day I see, and so do you
This kind of dishonesty and distortion not
Only in this area but
In reporting - about guys
Like me

(Ay, Santana, you going crazy)

Damn, do it
Say, reach for my neck, you stupid

I got a bad bitch, but I just fucked her in a Telly
Gen 5 up on my

for days
I breeze by you, cologne smell like Joop & Haze
Me, Adamu, troops who blaze
Them Rugers, K's
One phonecall, moves is made
Rep 9-Treezy gang,

(Skrrrr)
Don't pay attention to bullshit cause I am immune (Ha)
But why they assume? (Ha)
She call me Farii Santana
Left her with a frown like I don't got no

Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity

back you talk about gats but dont actually use 'em
But I'm happy to do it because this is demigodz
Celph Titled, Ryu with Tak, Apathy stupid

[Juelz

pussy fire
said she got some champagne on the way
Did no explaining
know what she saying
I went to singing
kissing on ya neck
I do no playing
speak