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how 'bout dat

How 'bout dat, look at me like "Bob
Why you stuntin' like that?"
Ahh, tell 'em blame it on the black Cadilac
I hop out that, haters, hop

it happen ain't nobody finna hold yo hand
Better shoot yo shot before you blow yo chance
What you waiting on it ain't nothing finna fall in yo lap
Not

it)

It’s happenin’
It’s got feeling, it’s got groove
Power to the people it’s got nothing to lose
You can bob it, weave it
Some love it some leave it

feel (-ing Yeah)
Starry-night, fiendish flourishing (Yeah) 
It could be my last 30 out, I don't encourage you (Noo)
When you're running don't look back

you just may
Here the big wolf or little piggy say

"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin"
"Little pig,

Three Little Pigs

Green Jelly

Alternative Rock Cafe

1997

you just may
Here the big wolf or little piggy say

"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin"
"Little pig,

By 'he dying'
If that was your food for thought
You should go on a diet, haha
I just fried it

Yup, yup, yessir yup, yup, yessir
Yup, yup, yessir yup,

choice of chill
Because they have nothing interesting to say
Put all the responsibility on a tv screen
All the pressure to make you laugh
Make you feel

would I wait
Cause nothing's coming to you less you pick up the pace
I pick up the pace
I move all the beats like it's weight
There's nothing that's

(creep with me)
As I roll you down the dimly lit
Ever tinted streets of Compton
A place where niggas throw
Grenades in the cemetery
I don't even get it

dogs
But my trauma
Says don't trust them
So it's me against the world
Give you nothing but my soul
Like I was jumping on your chest
Acting like you don't

just go by with ease

I put my flip flops on in the middle of winter
Nothing like a real good song making me shiver
I got that red dress on reminiscent

Cheddar Bob
You hear em chatter on
Dragging people to Babylon
Back em against the wall like where you hear that from (I read a blog)
Had it with y'all

help I was by myself
So I put my feelings on the shelf
Things change when you're not inna' spell
Yeah I get it know what they say
It's just gon' be you

don’t run in with no gun but I be studying your beats
You can call me PMS cause I be bloodying your sheets
Put a period in your career you mumbling freaks

Stand in the Gap

Petra

On Fire!

1988

Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Ezekiel 22:30, 1 Timothy 2:1, James 5:16

There's no feeling
Like when you have a friend in need
Their heart

me you a fan you go have to show me
You go have to show me
Oh yeah
Baby you got something to prove babe
Do it like it's nothing to lose baby
Do it like

Welcome to your EE voicemail
You have six new messages
First new message received Tuesday, July 6th at 5:03 PM
I think about you all the time,

compare
I see when me light it up
You see smoke inna the air
Nothing can compare me let the girls do them
Up like it's my birthday
Baby girl whine for me

tell by all the random niggas sayin hi
Got a big head nothing can stop you
I tried to warn you this shit can get real high
Got hell of niggas in your DM

regularly
Losing no patience, the passion is there you see
Mind positive, mentally blocking treachery

Uh, Ay

Nothing is getting to me
Ain't let it in, Can't

nothing
So we bouta run it up
Peep the technique
We about to fuck it up
Can't hold me down dawg
You ain't strong enough
If my brother down dawg
I'm-a lift

lit the haystack with Diesel
Trust him Es lomismo

You can't tell me nothing tell me Nothing nothing
You can't tell me nothing nothing i Can't get

(It must’ve been 4:30 PM when Alpine woke. Everything seemed quiet as he decided to take a middle of the night flight, but nothing would have