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Girl

Too Short

Don't Stop Rappin'

1985

Girl, girl, girl
That's your life
Girl
Smoking that glass pipe

I come from the city of dope
It couldn't be saved by john the pope
Cause

Million dollar homes platinums filled with
A lot of stones
Bitches on, every new nigga dick who rich
If the street could speak
The sidewalk could

Made my way about that lobby
Now I’m a walking lick come rob me
Paid attention to my OG
So I end up no homi (homicide)
I’m on solid ground with my

to the party and Meek Mill 'em
I feel like talking my shit
Come in the house, acting friendly, you can suck my dick

I'm praying for some good rappers

yea
Marching one by one starting at a long stomp ay
Comes in six I miss the picture where I had to sit yea
Sits on sits I picture your sister she

by lifting souls
Bro This guys are not your guys
Play smart and stay on guard
When bad days comes they'll leave on code
Kodesh remains the voice

over there on the 'floo
Did that shit just to let you know
Yeah, I'm still fucking gone
High as fuck (Guess what)
JD will not won't make it home
(I ain't

The Benz, it park on its own, yeah (skuur!)
Wavy when I’m in a zone, yeah
My story ain’t write by itself, nah
Making it up as we go
Take me to the neon nights

back home once we're finished
Now I don't wanna talk about, my **** business
I just wanna get my cash with a swiftness
I just wanna (whoop whoop) in her

Looking For a Baller

Too Short

Chase the Cat

2001

called a taxi to take you home in the mornin'

Dumb bitch, you just got fucked by a flunkie
See you at the club and you actin' like you want me
Don't make

Shine

Lil Wayne

Cash Money Records Platinum Hits, Vol. 1

2002

What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionairs
So take it there

Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz
Yellow PT

Shine

The Hot Boys

Dirty Azz Mix, Vol. 1

2001

What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionairs
So take it there

Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz
Yellow PT

Words blow in the wind (In the wind)
In tha car dreamin' of a Benz 
Big brown house 
By the lake ona bend 
We dreamt big 
Shit feelin' like pretend 
Best

up I got
The toaster by the bar
I get cake cuz I always got a hustle
I pump weight and I ain’t
Talkin’ ’bout my muscles
At the club every day but that

G Thang

Ginuwine

Ginuwine...The Bachelor

1996

Watch my speakers bang 
Until daylight comes and we want to go home 

I like me a buzz hey, hey 
But I don't want to smoke a weed 
Why smoke a box

thought of wifing
Hit me, told me come back home and that's enticing
Just to front on me as soon as I arrived
Like 80 plus on the dash, still had my permit

never seen you though before
What you all doing dress like
Baller of the year boo
Light bottom light top call it in the air
I come by every time i fall in

can do a friendship
But I know you like this dick inside
Kush for the edge we use to post at the bus stop
Now we up in Cedes Benz only push the best

no Benz (Benz)
Nigga get away from me, you not my friend
(My friend)
Get feels 'bout some bad bitches
Think that they some twins (Bitch)
Think I might

just walk my chrome
Catch me out, then I'm sending them home
She say kise, yeah, you come back home
I said, baby, just leave me alone You breaking my

Even got suds dripping down to the floor to the floor
Oh I like it when she get real wet
Come back next week and get Flips set
Get my set Bentley's

You never have to worry bout when your bro comin' home
When money gets involved, you lose your friends, that's how it go
And how I'm feelin' inside,

deplorable
Got options Bobo go spoil you
Oprah be auntie
My stacks grown come jor
Carry you yankee
Then back home world tour
Make you be 9 make I be 10
Make

now
Cause who the fuck supposed to come check on me now

Left the studio high as shit
Driving home almost crashed the whip
Fighting demons ain't no