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making music when 106

Monkey D Luffy with the black flag 
Better watch what you say man 
Hit the road Jack 
I gotta soul made of jazz

Still elevate

rug to plug me
He shook my hand and hugged me; thought he would do me ugly
but he dug me, pockets chubby said, "Nino where them drugs be?"
Over there by

I'll beat your weak muffin 
Decease you easily 
I wanna tell you a story about when I was 8 
Used to get beat and battered by the kid's that was in my

Chorus:

So Epic
It’s a new day 
Time to go get it
On my way
And this road
Ain’t got no exit
You already know
I just do it 
So epic

Verse 1:

I just

Juan
Pussy nigga, what do you want, you a bitch in disguise like Mulan
And she call me papa, I ain't John, Cactus Jack Toliver I'm the Don
Red in my hair

station on the side of the road (Side of the road)
Then we pull up to the downstairs bafroom chillin' on the floor
Pull up the bafroom function it be in

and your throat
And you end up dumped on side of the road

Decapitated head of John the Baptist
Speaking out ‘Hah!’ through fiery, chapped lips
Cowards!

about it I really do it though
Hit the spot and I be trapping up out it you don't know who I know
Put my city on the map and I got it popping in who they

by a lil' reefer
My Beats Pill speaker
And my 200 millilitre Hennessy
I hit ya lil' chica told that bitch to "Ven aqui"
Then proceed to bend her

Face of a Desperate Man

Spice 1

The Greatest Hits, Vol. 1

2015

at a different pitch
But I stick to the scrip 
Dump a snitch in a ditch
Its 94 I came to be fuckin' around 
Paranoia of a jack so I'm quick to draw down

Hit the mall
Hit the beach
Hit the pool
Yeah lets ride
Stop for coffee
Catch the game
Back to school
Then I slide
Play some games
Dave and busters

Do You Like Criminals

Westside Connection

Bow Down

1996

hit the road with your fucked up weave.......

(Ice Cube)

How would you like to get a nigga rugged and raw
Outlaw rollin' down the shaw
Don't you want

sause

Got that real drip
Got that real sause
Got that gas pack
Got that jack frost
All i know is get that pack off
The sugar bugar hit the juckies w

Rollin' through the Badlands
with our leathers strapped on tight
We'll hit the edge of Deadwood
By the early morning light
In this town in South Dakota

Lay Low

Snoop Dogg

Rap Rules [DVD]

2002

on mine
And on the down low talkin shit
Best move cause I refuse to lose
No matter which damn road I choose
So lay low cause you might be bruised
Top

bad, oh my G
I might rock in my chain, vivis
Quater mill on my watch, no cappin
All these ice gat me freezing like Jack
None of this niggis impress, they

the right bill

Spunto wheel
We can drop by it
Call Roger, A player focal

Spun a lucky number
To hit a world news
When we blew it out
You know a mistake
This

Yea 
Un huh yeaa
Yea nigga you know 
What the fuck going on
TwoTime or no time
You want smoke 
You know exactly where I'm at 
Hit my line hit my jack

Yeaa
Uh huh yea 
Yea nigga you know 
What the fuck going on
Two time or no time 
You want smoke
You know exactly where I'm at 
Hit my line hit my

bitch on the road, she had you come and save her
I got a bunch of guns, these bitches come in different flavors
I told the bitch to hit the road if she

they drop a couple songs, now they feeling that they blown
I'm in my zone, lemme think, should I take it slow
Or I should spazz on em, hit em with

Haha, hold on
Hold on, hold on
(Great John on the beat, by the way) hold on, hold on

Look, please don't blow my high right now (right now)
I'm

Diss me but you dont want no smoke
Them man are ghost now im back on road 
Can't get killed by a rebore 
No
No im a g i can see your a hoe
Fam
No tick

Yo Joe, hit that shit
Spitting these bars in the back of Jack's garage
Thinking back to the bars and the four nineteen barrage
I miss the shed