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hands up
If you feelin' the groove
Then get your hands up
Get your hands up
Get your hands up
If you still in the mood
And you're ready da rise
Go, go,

Northside
Home of the homicides and Them drive-bys
Where you from Nicca?
LV Northside
Home of the homicides
and them drive byes
Where you from nicca
L.V

vice
And I like
The trip
Just let your mind be taken by
The ride
And the time
You get
Even though
I try
To get back home again
I hit the road again
Even

again, I bought a wedding ring
Tryna take my son across the sea going fishing
Gotta get it done, if not, you're just wishing
If your wife's really hot,

you to get there
Holy shit when I’m at my
Thing, standing on a mattress
I’m flapping it
You know that I’m bouncing up and down
Shit, do you know what’s

murderin' this track and you won't see no blood
Cause I got my dodger groove on
They ask what squad are you on
Strange gang nigga, 'till I'm stiff with

she ask for
I go off on in Mack mode
Red bone, cute face, 5'5
Ass clappin' in the air, call it high five
Shoot first die last, we abide by
I gotta

life
But you live it through a screen like every night of your life
5 chips, 24 rings, GOAT shit
Gold medals, gold jersey, top focus
You only get it if

big smile
So close your eyes tonight and dance just for a little while
So won't you hang with me just a little longer
Gotta give you little something,

snitch or pussy that's on PC (no)
He be told before he hot, soon he get to a new yard
He send his own zip-up top, your paperwork clean, you work in

don’t need it
Get a big head start, don’t get a big head
Keep your two cents like a secret
Enemies might make my three-strike
Day, when you see my face

hoes man these hunnies think the 50 cent
I ain't tryna judge but they've all been through too many men
No way that you top these flows
That's your girl

of mind
In this cruel cold world, my only vice
Eatin' shrooms when I'm alone in my room
What's the moves? I'm tryna go hit the stu
Get my groove and make me

CC

Gucci Mane

Culture II

2018

make you famous
If yo' nigga want beef, treat it like it's angus (bow)
Eat it up
Little bit of dick, get nasty
I gotta tip her (here)
I got a pretty

bands connect
Fuck your 2 cents
Times 25
Cuz you bitches shady in the aftermath
No lethal weap but going back to back
I aint even drop if i dont think it

n they barely get a spark like the lighter flickering
Jus got a text from your bitch think she want the tip again

Fucking with the gang bitch 
Know i

Gotta be said, right
I gotta get something off my chest y'all
But it's gone be the last time I mention it
For the record
This is my truth
I gotta let

4 straight
Ain't gotta look at your plate
I got two dicks for a nigga we gon donate
I got 4 bands in my left hand
And bought 5 in my pocket
Niggas

B**** I'm from Dade County

Trina

We the Best

2007

up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got the goons 'round me
And yeah I rep my city, bitch
I'm from Dade County

Ay!

shit ain't fake, I gotta break and get the fuck by from this murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when

act like you somebody daughter
Can't get a tan from your phone light
Baby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out The Shade Room
Maybe you could

on niggas (twice on niggas)
Grind hard, clean up nice, call me Lysol, niggas (yup)
Talk slick, we blow your groove back (grrah, groove back)
Windows up,

New Skin

Kid Rock

Methods of Mayhem

1999

withdrawn time to move on get your groove on say 
Goodbye everything must die solidify and fly to a new level a place where love 
Is unconditional physical

you by my side
I'll go and roll the dice
Jackpot
Money on me
I count lots
Ride around this town doin' eight five
But I gotta watch out when I see five