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from a mountain
You're spitting from a terrace
It's just my stuff is better
And you're probably getting jealous (HA)
I hope you're getting bitter (HA)

something small,
Something personal and pretty...
I bet you know these shiny things.

Diana: [Spoken]
They must be tacky trinkets from, I guess, Atlantic

Got my ladies on each arm
Got my men by my side
I’m bringin home my mom groceries
Livin Family life

Clearin punks out of the park
So all the young ones

over the Atlantic
Is everything I wish you could see
On the west coast like snoop
Long Beach, C's Blue
Restaurants on the ocean
Serve the best seafood

It's getting late
When you hit me and you say you’re on the way
You're the only reason I'm awake
Light the blunt when I see Uber at the gate
I been

quite as original
As I
I'm like a hebrew speaking a negro spiritual
I'm motivated, mostly hated by generations
Of rap fans who don't know
How it was all

of ducks
And jump in the lake where all the hate is
Yeah I'm a cop a Sheriff's Officer to be specific
I'm on the Atlantic coast you'll feel me in the Pacific

of the Atlantic with no compass
I've created one list
Things you didn't know about these capitalists
Imperialists and the masked puppeteers behind the static mist

organic, as vast as the Atlantic flying high above the panic in the sky
Like Muy Thai, I kick motherfuckers goodbye, in my life I strive trying to survive

Piru Love

Bloods & Crips

Bangin' On Wax: Greatest Hits

1996

a vision in my head, and you're a dead man.
When I roll in a stole red minivan
I'm on a mission through the muthafuckin' East Side; Inglewood against

Heart stop when you dirty wine 
You won’t regret it you can get it 
Cause a panic Understand it 
By the way your hips shake you can move thee Atlantic

I do
Buddy who the fuck are you
Poppin on the gram
But you're shows are fucking weak tho
Boosted by these cheap hoes
Boosted by these bum niggas
When

chokeholds, and taser jolts
We get jacked for Bibles, dope, hope and rose gold
Clean, good, hot, dirty, paroled
Descendants of Atlantic slave trade illegally

I thought we had it we gathered like addicts
Sowing seeds so organic
Shit was deep as Atlantic
But it takes two to tango
Make her believe that you're

that I can't do
Pacific, Atlantic, we're coast to coast
Me and Big Burss like the Son and the Ghost
Couplin' lines like I'm gettin' betrothed
Me

The lady in white
Desperado
Stay by my side
But you don't want to
Want you for life
But you don't want me, no more
The lady in white
I look into your

don't be acting like already booked

And you might say I'm being hypocritical
I'm not doing shit either I'm just being cynical
And you're right I'm no

[Intro:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah c'mon
What, what, what, what's good?
Yeah, it's Big Cee with Doc M-A-D y'all, let's get it, ah

[Verse 1:]
Yeah I

Pull Out Your Cut

DJ Hype

1973: Recon

2003

many an ordeal
I was laying on a stretcher kicking rhymes by Eazy-E
After falling off my bike while holding food from Mickey D's
So I chilled, had

ain't the greatest then I'm headed towards it
This city windy didn't mean to ruffle y'all
If you're in my way I'm sorry
You're getting blown away
I'm from

my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling

Low money
Fast cars drivin down atlantic
My dreams

You can't earn the easy coasting free pass
I see through your wine glass or red bull and vodka
You said wow me well I shocked you
By trading Al Jeff

different concepts on what was, and what is good for you
You say you got some problems but you're just one in a Billion
So care less 'bout the stress

out of my house
And you put me in a good mood
So If you're running errands
Then I'm coming too
You're running to your life
Determination in your eyes