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Ghetto D

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

dope it might come out brown 

Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town 

But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game 

And tell ya

and grinning
I'm spewing up and spinning,
It's billiousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen.
Hey you, lose that friend, before we go anywhere
What? Someone

Honey Brown

Yelawolf

Honey Brown

2014

Hitting traps like a prophet, for beats sake
To the single mothers in the kitchen still cooking
No job open but shes out, still looking
If you don't, who

Hitting traps like a prophet, for beats sake
To the single mothers in the kitchen still cooking
No job open but shes out, still looking
If you don't, who

bitching
By any means needed while Im on this paper mission
Rather its chefing in the kitchen no matter the position
Its like a drug I need my fix like when

think I'm the highest
That ain't in the industry I remain private
Girl what you offer you know I'm the client
Listen to Drizzy or even Chris Brown so
I

more
Said we got each other back 
And then you put the knife in it like the kitchen drawer
Way I'm feelin' on this album, really took it easy on you

Mary Hamilton

Emmylou Harris

Artist's Choice: Emmylou Harris

and come with me
There is a wedding in Glasgow town
This night we'll go and see
She put not on her robes of black
Nor her robes of brown
But she put on her

on the nose with a boop
Scoring always makes me want to eat that wanton soup
Soaring in a mood look at me now, wow
Bustin a rhyme like Chris Brown, wow
More in

if I can fuck two? (Ah)
Look at my wrist, Corona (huh)
My neck got Ebola (whoa)
Doing drive-bys in the Yoda (vroom)
Poured up a seven like Oda

My Chick Better

Nelly

M.O. [Clean]

2013

better my rhymes
Throw down in the kitchen, might need better then moms
Wake me up with some head, ain't no better alarm
Move in by myself, a force when

pinned down
They calling the cops thinking my end's now
I'm fighting this hold I'm in tryna get out
They thinking that they beat me like Chris Brown
I got

fucked up 
Like takumbo he trinna get his bucks up 
Don't be judging that book by its cover
That boy funny I call him Chris tucker 
Watch yo girl blow my

looking to bash up the place
A closed casket awaits my fate
Cause I'ma die by a super soaker suicide
In the street light like an outsider
I run my mouth

gardens around the back
Who could've thought that all my dreams would all come true

You spin me around
We're dancing in this little kitchen
Our laughter

I was so comfy in the hood, I could trap with my kicks off
Now I'm in that 'Bach, brown interior, call it Biscoff
Bitch, I'm the big dawg
Draw

ever fall lil baby I'll catch ya
Raised by OG's so lil baby I'll protect you
Got you a young g born back in 94
Lets go cruise in that old school Impala

worry bout your ex
He's a clown (bozo)
I'm in the Porsche with your daughter
Beggin for a pound (get down)
Beat it up, beat it up
No Chris Brown (nah)
I

Chris Brown's debut
Ain't heard bars like this since "a mili" who they kidding
Who they killing ain't mine busy unless they tryna hit me
Try to take shots

jelly
Lightskinned Beyonce's a couple of Kelly's
Threw on that Chris Brown and she said I'm ready
She know the vibe she fuck with me heavy
a foreign no

the rounds
Skin brown I'm the shit like bowels
U and I blowing O's like vowels
The name of my town start with pound (skeeyee)
The game in a choke and it's

Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in

it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi

will know him by the sound his bag makes
You watch it skip across the kitchen floor
We love the sound of the central heating
As it creaks behind