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I rock timberlands like my own brand branded
Got bandannas like Santana I'm dipset
Told your baby father he can come and get his lips wet
Then he

Feel like Dr Dre
I'm in the party selling Yay
I pour a double in my cup
I set my album on replay
And i listen everyday
You would think im fucking gay

killed by Draco
Ready to Shaq attack em
NBA jam em with the blamma
These Niggaz faker than Santa
With bandanas just like Santana
You Only tell half

Not Danny Dyer g17, fight fire with fire
God loves a trier
My man sat on the fence, he got smoked
I guess I forced him to make his mind up
If I ain't

I've been through some shit throughout the years they don't get it
Same ones who says they by my corner taking me for granted
They call my phone

they say sheep's on fire
I feel like death jam, just sound starter mayer
I've been a g since I was chewin' on a pacifier
I keep that nick cannon with

that last album from Harlow
I am never gonna do what they telling me
I been keeping it on Cruz like Penelope
I have always been this smooth like Santana

Woof!

Snoop Dogg

First Expedition

1999

I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers

safe to see
They hate my steeze, they hate my style, they always hate a G
I know exactly why hatin', it's the love for me, ahh

They repay me
By tryna

Sarajevo
But I make sure their albums make a peso
Dashie's getting slammed by snow
6 inches on the western portion, it'll blow
If I were a Monstercat artist,

Late Night

2Pac

Suge Knight Represents: Chronic 2000

1999

Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You

"And for centuries they have been
Surrounded by secrecy and rumor
But tonight Action News has a
Rare look inside their village"

Tomb is open slap

From the Youngest to the Oldest

Mr. Shadow

17 Shots

61 to the 9 the city of mine
Got motherfuckers running like at Santana High
So don't try using my name for your fame
Mad 'cause a youngster got

a class by myself
So I asked no one for help
So he can cheat on the test
I would just beat on my desk
A couple albums later - the
Youth fountain found favor

Yeah, nigga (G. Ry got me)
Machine, bitch
(Ayy, Hit, how we gon' lose with shit like this, my nigga?)

Yeah, all praises due to the most high

with some rules
Ayy, JoJo, I need you to take notes too
Don't take me off the deluxe album that no one gives a fuck about
Take me off the original too

In Your Face

Kool Keith

Sex Style

1997

ain't platinum, they album still, went barely wood 

I bring your ? down, samples now you have to clear it 

Niggaz talkin shit like lyric records, I

album dropping with a reality show
Cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist tell her "we in press heaven"
No one gives a shit except

be, real petty, let’s figure this out already
She just was so smooth
She just kinda had a Santana groove
Eyes straight, with her lips closed
By speaking

new single right there, y'all
It's called "What It Seems"
Featuring Dub-O and
Produced by my man Slim G'z
It's coming out real soon, I had

I had

didn't know where my life was going 
Now Fast forward 10 years to my life today 
You'll see a man on the mic that's living day by day 
I'm just paving

Forever

Eminem

Street Connection

but thanks to all the haters
I know G-IV pilots on a first name basis
In your city faded off the brown, Nino
She insists she got more class, we know

find my sweet escape
Got a cd in a case wit adhesive tape
It's gonna be a dope album by the time I return
And until that occurs, you can sit and observe

a roll with gold diesels
Growin' pains, family Seaver
Often understated, but they need us
Will you remember me?
Over twenty albums deep
Still a new