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it go
Tops of our heads to tips of our toes
We're untouchable
Everyday the sun'll shine
Took this dream and made it mine
I'm gettin down one thing that

Paper Chase

Tung Twista

Picture This

1996

money ain't
counterfeit
Give 'em 211 get 'em in line and let 'em 20 so(?)
Cut that money let's be up, which you want to ride, the
Benz or the Truck
Back

Had to get it by my lonely
Fake niggas come around tryna be homie
I've been getting cheese, fuck all the bolagna
Married too the money, holy

You let in
And we could not seem to
Take the morning light
And string it on a line
Do it all the time
When you wake in hell
You throw it on the line

hit for a large amount
Big bank shawty I came out with blues
I'm high as a bitch pouring Tris by the two
And I'm beating down the trap I think I left

the hype (you can't)
Ten toes it,
Stay down til you come up gon put you up higher than a kite (so high)
Get that cheese know that's slight
Put them dogs

Counting cheese like it's the snack that smiles back
I was stressing now I'm getting checks like every time I rap
Best believe I'm with the shits but

Every time I see you in the world, you always step to my girl

Back, back, way back, I used to front like I was Don Juan
Couldn't settle down

heart-of-gold medics with
Aesthetics on a string
You will forever be employed by
The next best thing

Smack dab in the middle of his palms
Had a new day victory,

St. Louis Blues

Bessie Smith

Ladies Sing the Blues [Video]

1992

I hate to see de evenin' sun go down, 
Hate to see de evenin' sun go down
'Cause ma baby, he done lef' dis town.
Feelin' tomorrow like I feel

Struttin' with Some Barbecue

Louis Armstrong

Struttin' with Some Barbecue

tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for

play with her string like guitar hero
Baby gon swallow me whole like Agar.io
There is no room for a troll at this party
I'm sorry wait, lemme rephrase I

sleep
She textin me like
Where you at
I was fightin alot of pain
Now I'm in back of the bach
I really be down in the trenches
Feens fall asleep by

don't know how to swish
See my problem is you got wack rappers over dope production
And they claim to be sick knowing they're cured by rubbitussin
It's

Roll roll roll a joint and pass it down the line
Take a toke inhale the smoke and blow your fucking mind
Roll roll roll a joint and pass it down

open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't nobody in the crowd
They

Leaders
Of the School
I bust a door open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't

Nine out of ten of these niggas naive
Lame-ass nigga, might as well be a rat
Lettin' all these hoes run away with your cheese, please (slow down, slow

The day they laid him down they drove outside of town
Until they found their way to a graveyard by the interstate
They all gathered around and stared

Side to side, a simple line
Everything will be just fine
Getting pretty close kick flip
Fold it all down, that's my shit
Wanna know how
I could fix

I'm killin these rappers for free
I should make 'em pay a fee
I'm tiger this down to tee
I'm Michael this like 23
We shootin like Jordan
And it's so

That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by

said to wait
handling Havarti getting Gouda while I cheddar chasse
talking bout cheese more than picture day in second grade
pulling strings like

Struttin' with Some Barbecue

Bobby Hackett

Dr. Jazz Series, Vol. 2

1952

tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for