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Want it so long, I'm forever waiting
Ready for that feeling when I finally made it
Grey drops when I bend the block, woah
Feel the wind, I'ma let the top

Da Bomb

South Central Cartel

All Day Everyday

1997

From S.C. to L.B. to Compton
Chip Motorola, 'yac and herb
It gets crucial drive-by's jumpin off daily
And your lady might be your lady for a minute
But

the crowd high 
by the side off the richter, get the spot rockin 
No, we're never stoppin, higgity-hip-hoppin 
The Hit Squad, takin charge, no diggy

[Chorus]
People, get ready for the heartbeat props
(Heartbeat props!)
Everybody, get ready for the heartbeat props
(Heartbeat props!)
We're gonna

alone and be prepped to fight niggas
Comin through wit a rage like '98 blade ready to snipe niggas

For the right figures I'm wreckin' da stage
Get some

We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Blood on my back, don't get caught in a blitz (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)

going to conjure him or not
I'm doing A and F, and A and F, I want you to talk to me
Master, I'm ready to open the Gate
Get the whip, Baal

Hello, my

it Ez
When I tell you my struggle
You don't believe me
Getting tired of talking
Now take it Ez
Gimme 50 feet
Yeah I need to breathe
Ready to explode

They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I

Allstate
No friend, I need you to be my bae, Fuck the fakes filled with pain
Sho my love to you If you sho me you ready
Forever with you, I'd stay
And I

Trump how are you
Damn you're sexy girl, let's get to fucking!
We're ready let's go
Mmm your lips are fine girl
What the fuck Donald you said you were

forever I don't like to jinx
Ice out your body lil baby the rink
You want it now I'm on the way
Baby get ready I'll be there by eight
Ft cool but I like

Do Your Duty

Bessie Smith

1923-1933: Empress of the Blues

2004

Jones
Do your duty

If my radiator gets too hot

Cool it off in lots of spots
Give me all the service you've got
Do your duty

If you don't know

The (Peek-A-Boo) Game

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Seminar

1989

of the system
(Peek a boo)
Now she's play a game by her own rules
(Peek a boo)
The peak a boo game

[Verse 1]
Deceptive, her game is in the thick lane
Pick up

ready for the trip trip
We fly 1st class an when we land we gon sip sip
Apply pressure fuck the guilt trip
And by the end of the night I hit her wit

ready for the trip trip
We fly 1st class an when we land we gon sip sip
Apply pressure fuck the guilt trip
And by the end of the night I hit her wit

by my moms Courtney Jones
Pops wasn't ready for a kid, so she left him alone
She moved on to Albany to start and build a great home
It was just

a day that goes by
That I don't think 'bout you
(Dear Dilla) I keep my head to the sky
'Cause I know Phife's there too
(Dear Dilla) And when I get

was supposed to stay forever but Forever is now
How she supposed to make me better By jus letting me down
Yeah i cried a lul bit now they not Letting me

it by myself, never needed nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody

Yeah, bitches left me when I was broke for a minute
Told em I would get it , was focusing

forever born ready until the day we expire
so sip on some Hennessy while u listen to fire
I been in the game to long to not be famous 
getting it out

Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by

ready for hiphop on the day I gotta carry it, Im multiplying the gift God gave me, Ill never bury it, Forever cherish it, until its Job well done, I been

LOST STAR
LOST STARS
FOREIGN CAR
Ugh, always getting
I'm feeling so
(Lost ya)
Lost ya
(By a mile by far)
Lost Star
(aye, aye)
Aye, ooo, ooo
Yea, ooo,