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White Boyz

Snoop Dogg

Whiteboys

1999

gettin any
Oh by the way... you're too fuckin skinny
Why don't you go weep, and wash your stankin ass feet
while my vogues burn, up and down the street

Broke

Juvenile

Broke

2019

on that coke so we had to kick her off the boat (Rich Gang)
High Life, nigga, lay low (Now lay low)

You ain't got no money, bitch, you broke
You

Can't be touched by nothing
So I'm riding down my hometown
But ain't nobody home, except me (Except me)
Up high, the moon shining down
Welcome

I look at her, I see
You in her (face), yeah, you the reason I'm right here, got my flight to LA, if I don't owe you nothing
Nigga, I owe you my, I'ma

on that
La la la la la la LA time
And by the time you hit me back,
Well, I was on another line, hey

We stayed solid
Where we going
Not a problem
Find

so so high
You got me so high
So fast, so high
I can’t keep myself away from you
No matter what I do
You got me running for miles
How’d you get me so

gained like eighty pounds
Waive this gun around inside of this stadium
Packed to the ceilin', do you feel me now
My rhymin' patterns are just masterful

No Mercy

Pharoahe Monch

Internal Affairs

1999

(From sun up) To sundown
Make you sing 'til ya a-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, dow!

Show no mercy
For the love of this shit, here niggas are bloodthirsty

Westside Slaughterhouse

Ice Cube

The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 1: 1988-1998

1999

figure speed on before you get peed on nigga

[Mack 10]
Fool what side is you
Red or the blue
While as the l.a. zoo it's round two
I ignite grab

light up your block with the gold eagle
Im anti you heard right so get your hands high
My lyrics ahead of you niggas by a landslide
You ant side your

Warren G
Sold it high but I bought it cheap
Got it from Miami back to P.A. like Ross and Meek
Huh, borrowed your bitch for a week
She hold my guns

Willie The Kid
Yeah, uh yeah, TCP
I said umm..
Nucky Thompson with the Thompson 
Stepping out The Ritz, rinse my gun like a dish rag
My bitch bad,

to a memory/

(Hook)

(Verse2)
Coupe cops on the pay role/
Get you murdered by the law if I feel bro/
All it take is couple pesos/
We still slaves on a farm in

shooter bummy, he'll kill you for a pair of shoes
Four O's of Wock' by myself, I drunk a pair of twos
I'm gettin' money, I could fuck any bitch I want

pollution, fresh air
My solution, long hair with a fat ass, I'm deadass
Mile high club 'til I jetlag
Rothstein flow, casino
And you're just like Ginger, we

1913 Massacre

Ramblin' Jack Elliott

Ramblin' Jack

1996

the miners are having their big Christmas ball.

I'll take you through a door, and up a high stairs.
Singing and dancing is heard everywhere,
I will let

mystified
Comes closer
In the warmth of late July

Landfall
Our song is on the radio
Wind down
As the lights of Haight Street go by

Hey, I think I like you

Conjure the Legions

Planetary

Heavy Lies the Crown

2014

of ever falling off
Supported by the most invincive rappers breathing air
You gonna keep it fair, get your fucking people here

Ex-lover's manifesto
You unforgettable

Maybe I placed you too high on the pedestal
All those times I held you close
Huh
Now I have to learn how to let go

Let

gun u down
Nah stop buss till ur heart shut down

Mammy cry   son die   daddy self start asking why
Young mn fly high cause he think badness is a thing

a hired gun
Stunting will get you murdered
It's nothing
But knowing you probably deserved it
You fag you get dragged by your shit bag
And toe tag like a tat

at the old days, such a waste
I'm high when I'm not drunk
Drunk when I'm not high
Watch life drive by
Age like fine wine
Write my white lies inside your mind

You can't deny
My oh my this boy is high
Living so fast where the time go by
Faster every year
There is no cure ah
Master being pure ah
Keep it right

slippin'
Code one to street's never snitch code two keep a banger
Code three get you some money by any mean's
My mind corrupted wit violence
First off nigga