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Take Your Dead Ass Home

Funkadelic

Tales of Kidd Funkadelic

1976

(What about the woodpecker thing?)
Yeah, they call me the kid
Sexy man
But I know nothing about the great big H
I'd watch that football game

fists 

Everybody messing with my boy it's so legit

Now I'm living out the raps I wrote it's too official

Roll it up as the day goes by


She all outta

more Batimore Charli
Marley Marl'n she call me Big Daddy Kane I'm sayin
My Soul of Mischief all over tryna be DJ MuggeRudd Casanova
Furious Fab Five

won't show her love
I don't love so many people
I don't wanna lose you
You gotta cut off everybody
That just wanna use you
She playing with your feelings

like Ariana grande
Body looking sexy like that of the Ashanti 
I say baby what is your name
She told me she don’t want a guy wey never get the fame
Don’t

Sean sent the beat, I know it's cray
She'll never let me get too far
Only couple rings, then I'm picking up her call
Jumping up when I hear that

anymore 
They committing suicides just to scream up to the heavens
Holy father cant you hear them anymore
Sing a baby lullabies I'mma catch em by surprise

as I was about walk by her
Looked a little rough four kids right beside her
Not trying to be mean but baby girl looked tired
She had a grin till I asked

Boomba
They call me Heywhy
There is something about the way that you do
Baby girl there is something about the way that you move
Any time I look into

Trigger pop
But she never smile
'Cause her and her baby sister
Baby sitter was a pedophile
I never met ya child to disrespect ya child
But I bet a thou'

you win
And at the end of the day, I need some respect on my name
Don't call me bro if we in gang, call me by my name
Mr. Dalle , and I'm painting

your nigga still drink Pinnacle
Bitch, your taste is pitiful
I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit, call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash,

Saturday Night

Schoolly D

Saturday Night! The Album

1987

all she said was, "What?"
I said, "My name is Schoolly baby, I'm down with the Shores"
Before I knew it up came my boys
Noisy as hell and drunk

clothes
Everybody knows she she's got a bone through her nose

You're barely out of diapers and you're wearing a wig
You might be a baby but you smell like

other niggas, she wasn't satisfied (satisfied)
Give me a ring-ring, one call
I might cry, cry for you, baby
I might die, die for you, baby (die, die)

I pop the trunk next
I do it the best
My dj is not named Khaled
Its ballnlikejordan
He balling like Jordan
Baby girl said
That she down for

when you see me?
And we can get it on, biatch, take it easy
Don't try to hold me, control me
But you can take my number, baby
Call me when you're lonely

Making man kolo
You make man gaga
Making man kolo
You make man gaga
Everybody kolo kolo omoge Ki lo kan mi
Everybody kolo kolo omoge Ki lo kan mi
Baby be

I know it's summer but I'm turning like December
My momma say that she don't really understand us
Can't fuck with everybody baby have some standards

you a party
All you need is some weed and Bacardi
Its by nature lil shortie getting naughty
And I'm about to swanton in it Jeff Hardy
All these niggas

perfume I only spray mace
Busting in bar bathrooms with a knife on my waist
Saving any honeys from a unwelcome embrace
Call me number baby, I'll put him in

running just like safari
Used to jump up out the window call me Jeff Hardy
I jumped out of school cause a nigga be tardy
Everybody flaw so I won't hit no

Hallelujah, I Love Her So

Ray Charles

The Roots of the Beatles

2009

Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
She is my baby and she lives next door
Every mornin' 'fore the sun comes up
She brings me coffee in my

Hallelujah I Love Her So

Ray Charles

Atlantic Rhythm & Blues 1947-1974 [Box]

1991

Everybody asks me how I know
I smile at them and say, "She told me so"
That's why I know, oh, I know
Hallelujah, I just love her so

Now, if I call her