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Gotta Be Special
(Yea; You Gotta Hold Me Down Baby)
By That I Mean That You Gon Hold Me Down
(Uh)
You Gotta Be Special
(Yea; You Never Know Right?)
Cuz

My Life

Geto Boys

My Homies, Pt. 2

2006

ain't trippin' out here, flippin' I just need to thank
Money miny, yo all the mission tryin' to steal me bank
Ride and homicides we get it, fuck it,

it'll hurt a long time
She had led me to a place we often went for some temporary warmth
And we talked away the hour taking comfort in the pleasure

I wanna hear what you would say
I want it to be made of gold
I don't want to agitate 
I wanted to be made of gold

Some times I just sit by my self

I wanna hear what you would say
I want it to be made of gold
I don't want to agitate 
I wanted to be made of gold

Some times I just sit by my self

Everything’s changed, yeah it don’t feel right
The world felt better with you by my side
I know I said things in a text last night
And I wish I never

Tendency to burn and crash
Actin' like a hot mess
Just to get your attention
Everywhere that you touch turns me to gold
Still see your face when the lights

Tales of a Dead Scene

Soulwax

Leave the Story Untold

1996

should
Leave the story untold
But the map's already unfold
Everybody's soul searching for
Acapulco gold
Great continental suicide note
Try me, write it

Fuck That

Russ

Zoo

2018

y'all can't ever ever play me, fuck that
Stop playin' with me, playin' with me
Somebody gon' end up hurt
Stop playin' with me, playin' with me
I

rims ice gold platinum jewellery 
Rings Louis XIII Louis V VIP
I'll show you how to stunt on a nigga
Nothing but ice on a nigga (Me just a foolish man)

bombast of its breast 
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty

made of gold but the ones made with thorns
Tryin' to smell the flowers
If it's my time then it's my time, if not can I move up the line legs hurt

Babe, just say you miss me, is it that hard?
Too long since I've heard about our love
Am I in this by myself? Hey yeah
With rose colored lenses on my

Neighborhood Superstar

The Hot Boys

Get It How U Live!

1997

dollar nigga these bithces run after me
I got a gold and crome Beretta
I got a 1997 Mercedes compressor
And I can bet a - hundred G's and my pockets won't

beat death and rolled the stone
Even when things are Rocky you can be Stallone
Your life is more precious than gold, you're worth more to me than you'll

body hurt
It being summer, I took off my shirt
Tried to wash off some of that dust and dirt

West Texas cowboys, all over town
With gold and silver,

the clip cause nobody is by my side
Entered the world alone, and alone is how I die 
I be honest take me out this Godless world now 
Just bomb me and spread

By the river
I'll float
And by the waters
I'll fall and fall
'Cause I don't mind where
It'll go
I'm here alone without your love
I'll let the flow

Used to say you love me
By the looks it went away
Used to say you wanna stay with me
We were the same
Used to say you love me
Used to have me turn

are paved with gold
And traveled by feet of a million beautiful souls
But, to me, it's so grey and cold
And so I chose to walk alone
I'll walk alone

sad enough
Tryna make me cold hurt my soul
Want my son to feel dadda love I had none
Yeah
Heart of gold I got a lot of love got a lot of love
Yeah
Stone

It hurts
Being overwhelmed with the pressure
Got a lotta time for the headwork
Got a lotta shine for the dead words
I gotta know
Is it really me

showing love
All the shit turn gold if I come around and touch the shit

I done had enough of it
All these games being played, so don't ask me ion love

of mulah piling off of music
I'm following naturally but fluently like gluten down your tummy hurt it
From broke to gold I hold the fort standing my ground