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and thats JP, Goin by HGB
Wondered what it felt like
Wondered if right for me
But I guess that for you to tell me
Spit it right, hope this flow is crazy
Gotta

Do you slow down? No I don't, yeah
Can I rock with you? Man there you go
You better keep up with my pace and with this race
Because we're going
Too

time to send a hit I gotta pay the devil

Shoot her baby daddy in the mouth, we arrange his dental
I don't got time to sit down, I sit countin

Now I'm rolling
She slow dance
I hold it down with no hands
A rose grew from dirt
So I arrived from concrete
My people moved like soldiers, but Never

to toe 
You made yaself played by yaself fucked ya self good now you trying to let ya true colors show
Wait, slow it down a lil bit 
You got a gun cause

Yeah
Yeah this the one
This is what I’ve been taking about
Man shoutout Bobby
Man I've been working on this for a while now
Motherfuckers might hate

a nigga gave a fuck, let me recollect
I'm goin' crazy in the stolo, it was bound to wreck
They ain't makin' noise, made a sound, that shit not direct
I'm

Shorty face down, ain't no wrestle
Smokin' on Mango, no hassle
Stuck in my time like a capsule
Runnin' it up like I'm, Capo
Remember I didn't first rap,

starting me up
Talkin' bout we goin' to your crib And you gon' show me how you livin
We can get some pizza But you know me, bruh
Told her to slow down, but

I got no patience I ain't takin' it slow (I ain't takin' it slow)
This life too short no tomorrow
Stack all of my paper get suicide doors (Uh)
Blue

with Jada, Pinkett, or should I say Peaches
You know, it was a low-down, dirty shame
She was chasing after Kenan, then set it off with Latifah
In Jason's

fall in love
Moulin Rouge
Lady Marmalade
This pussy a drug
Leave you blue
Saying
Oh la la
Know I'm the plug
What you need?
Got it by the pound
This loves

skoden, skoden

We might go skoden
Tryna get buckwild in the open
C'mon, let's go then
Took a ride on the rez road
Goin' way too fast, slow down like,

Angel Baby

Mr. Capone-E

Thump Rap Radio: With Frost

2003

Stroll. Now you know from bikes to lows, lows to bikes. 
It's on tonight, Mr. Capone-e, is on sight By
The way, its another day, crusin' down the highway

The antifreeze my antidote
Asking me let me drive the boat
Hermione go and fetch my cloak
It's goin down so please don't choke
Can't save you looking for a rope

like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat

Wanna Be a Baller

Lil' Troy

Sittin' Fat Down South: Platinum Collection

2003

down with my own thugs
Mo' thugs in the pound, you know it's goin down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound

Want to be a baller shot

Craftsman
Cats ain't ready for the effort in this handiwork
They don't know the game, hold it down, put my family first
In the jungle famishing, workhorses

said that is blasphemy
Ooo now they mad at me
But we all know what's up they tryta keep it hush like Fred and Daphne (let's split up gang)
I been goin

niggas not caught him
We slid down the street, let that bull act like a donut

Nigga too slow, man, he should've floated
All niggas mad, they ain't gettin'

Hennessy different
You get ya crew jammed up
I got my blue bands up
I'll put you down when we come in
Contact like this two hand touch
Arsonal puts his hands

test
Tryin to jest mess around
When surrounded by paramedics
Cops sayin tha press release
Addressed my issued blues
And payin dues to tha crews
Actin

the time, I might go cardio on my wife

I'ma get tired of that S.I.T. finna go to the lot so I cop me a drop
My n***a said slow down, I'm tellin' I'm bad,

of grimdark
Wish I didn't feel left out by the fact that I'm bi
Or the fact that I'm bicentennial percent lost
Shy and awkward
Just tryna trace these red lines