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in a desert land
Beausoleil, Thine anger rising like a scorpion
Beausoleil, dune buggy baby on a fairground slide
Beausoleil, the taste of honey

I'm a woman of truth and if you lie I'll sink My stinger in, stinger in, my zodiac sign is a Scorpion, a scorpion.

You're getting to know me
But

Pimpology

Too Short

Short Dog's in the House

1990

alright.
Cause I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night.

When I was 3 years old, 
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp

Eyebrows Down

Ludacris

Chicken-N-Beer

2003

a couple books by Donald Goins
Bout the business of this shit, how to flip a few coins
Before the age of eighteen, I was destined to make it
My bank account

Take It Back

DJ Revolution

Bad Dreams

2001

of applause for adrenalin
You ain't right, I'ma fucking phantom at night
That wears a mask by day, with a temper tantrum
Don't light my fuse, 'cause if this

(Dickie Peterson)
Yeahaiigh!


Took a walk down by the industrial park
You know the night was dark
I heard the guard dog bark
I turned around

at night a sight so grand
Flashing lights and a scorpion by your right hand
Double cheeked up my bitch thicc like sliced ham
And when i dust yo ass all you

The stars all looking so bright 
Pop Champaign for the vibe
Afro girl by my side
Airplane mode for the night
Airplane mode for the night okay...

at the starry lights
And picturing what it's like
If you were by my side
And we could stay up all night
Talking 'till the sky falls dark
Watching as the sunset

Heavy D, Left Eye
Kriss Kross, Kid n Play dancing all night
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by

of crazy
I can be the album you hear all day all night long
I can be your C.D. Baby
I can be your C.D. Baby
Buckle up we're ridin'
Cause' we ain't going back

getting cold?
Sitting with your parka all on your own
Sulking on gig night
Write another album made out of spite

I'm bored by the sight
I'll bore you now

Lava Pit

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

Intro
How the fuck did you get in my castle

Chorus
Murder

Ms. Hill

Talib Kweli

Right About Now [Japan Bonus Track]

2005

[Chorus]
Another night, slips away
In other words, I should say
There are no words, you should say
There are no words,

Ms. Hill, you got

Brown Paper Bag [Bonus Track]

Birdman

Like Father, Like Son [Bonus CD] [Clean]

2006

nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer
In the kitchen with the pots yeah

of crazy
I can be the album you hear all day all night long
I can be your C.D. Baby
I can be your C.D. Baby
Buckle up we're ridin'
Cause' we ain't going back

the front door all night willing you to come
And he said, "It's supposed to be fun turnin' twenty-one"

Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd

Why You Hate the Game

Game

Doctor's Advocate

2006

Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high

night

Verse One, Jay-Z:

To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my

new artist with a old school deal. (yeah!)
Taught the game by Steve Lobell (yup!)
So we always win, don't receive no L's (nah!)
New girls act like

See I been spendin' these late nights
On girls I never see again
Constantly intoxicated
Only God could save me, yeah
With 'em by the sunrise
One day

a paddle
I'd spank all these rappers like babies
It's crazy, it's backwards
How blatantly lazy and basic
They can be makin' these albums
I've been draining

hoes
who knows where the night might go, hit the doe
like yeah, blinded by the glare of the strobe light
see something i like its going down on sight

now I’m on the rap scene
Chasing hella green i hope my album sale or
It’s back to selling green
I hope that they ain’t selling dreams and
I can really