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on the bottle
Closet rockin' hella class
Celebrate accomplishments with bottles
Too many for a glass
So many successful albums
"Supernatural" got me trashed
But

than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got

nothing new
I ride around by myself listening to the blues
John Hooker, he was legendary
We sang about the same pain, musical visionary
Everybody dies, but

Listen up, I got a story to tell

John the Baptist wore wild minks
Strewn out the room with a swoon and a wink
Big body Bethlehem links
Talk

You mighta' seen her on T.V. so how you love this (yeah)

[Chorus]

[6 Shot]
Different day nigga same ole' shit
Ten years I been fuckin' with it, huh,

Shit on You [A Cappella]

Eminem

Shit on You

2000

guard, they scared to hunt me
I love beef, I got you hoes duckin' me
A drug thief, bitch I'll take your marijuana
These slugs with keep your ass away

rhythm numb my brain, and your lyrics ease the pain
That slithers sad and slow and rots the soul inside me

Now John, he's down from Dallas, where he left

me
Fake love why they gotta show me
When I'm Stoney yeah I post by my lonely
I get the cheese macaroni
And I get the guap guacamole
Diamonds balling

the sky, watchin the drones go by, we just got that yolo vibe, closin my eyes open my mind cuz 

I get my groceries from Amazon I don't stand in line, real

Green Grass

Gary Lewis

The Very Best of Gary Lewis

1975

Green Grass
Gary Lewis and the Playboys
Written by Roger F. Cook and Roger John Reginald Greenaway

Peak chart position # 8 in 1966
Green grass

clocked him
John Forte will keep you locked in

[Q-Tip]
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with

tranquil
(I'm) getting shots - girl, I drank too, get these shots, every angle
John Lennon, Kurt Cobain too, living legend, you're a lame dude
You's a last

hoe with me and me
She just want a piece of me like I'm Little Caesar
Pull up on a bitch, I tell her I don't need her
Got me acting like I'm John Cena

brought the hammer if y'all front (woh)

Yeah, the kid been makin' these mami's, yell "papacita"
Since Kangols and shell-top Adidas
Love when te-ta's

Right Now and Later On

Fabolous

Ghetto Fabolous

2001

(woooh)

Yeah, the kid been makin these mami's, yell "papacita"
Since Kangols and shell-top Adidas
Love when te-ta's look like they'll pop through

of us up six figures
Or at least we up enough to get you disfigured
My brother bleed, but I got a family full of Crip niggas
They go by F&F
I be by

not this bitch, man!

We put the J in Juggalo
I put the F in fat kid
No, I'm not a pimp but I'll slap that bitch
I like the Juggalettes with the big

in a 5-Liter
12 Can't see me, I'm john cena
Take off the top on a rari (Rari)
Baby I told you I love you I'm sorry
Feel like I just fell in love with

and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,

working on that mix tape
When that album gone drop
Its neutral I can give a F___ if you feeling me
Im still here cause most dont have the words to kill me

"produced by me"
Fuck with me, you get no more Sleep, no more sleep till I R.I.P
Hold up, how I do rock, metal, Trap, rap and all of it flowing Like agua
You

that they hating, I pay it no mind
I know that hoe faking, I pay her no dime
I know they be rating yo' music and mine
Can no longer take it, by me, imma

being covered by Dr Feelgood on their 1993 album The Feelgood Factor, the last they did with with Lee Brilleaux. They became good friends of ours, and Lee

and 
You're softer than some flour
Lost my Grandma while I'm workin' on this album
I know she's watching over 
I ain't worried bout the outcome
Here to raise