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Red solo cup couple hundred bucks I’ve got my cash straight
Case of beer, my family's here no fear protected by my gun safe
I’m hungry, been working

They got babies getting bombed
In the world what going on?
So sorry if it bothers you
I get my Bob Marley on
Tired of fake love
Where the real ones at?

don't want all of the gold, jewels, cars, and all the fame 
I been focused on my own path and gettin all my gains 
I can't be stopped by Jim Harry Lucy

spoken
Left for dead
All bent and broken
Rest forever
Wont be awoken
Bled to death
Stabbed by my homie
Frozen stiff
I cant get up
Lonely listening

Lil' Trey, nigga, come here
Had to sell my gun, cause it was hot like it came out the sto

She ate the dick up odes good I call that hoe my favorite goat

Yeah! This the original right here
Ya know what I mean? Fuck Death Row!
We gon' give it to ya like this
Wit' my nigga Nas, ya know what I mean?
Daz

Dread head shake em like a rasta look like bob Marley
Bitch a Barbie, but she hella crazy so I call her Harley
And my niggas psycho they the type to come

notice it
Nothing but confidence flowing thru my whole system
Building up a mind of its own, by using wisdom
It's all love ain't it, and when the others

the odes, rippin' out the sonnets cloggin' up my arteries,
I'm a failed alcoholic,
I swore I'd never be a quitter but I'm afraid that I broke my promise,

I Am Not My Hair

India.Arie

R&B Clubmix: The Biggest Tracks and Club Remixes, 2007

2007

See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways back
Small, tryin' to ball, always been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even went flat
Had a lumpy curly

and no car
(Flat bitch)
Who the fucking you calling pin head
Bitch you know I'm dirty Dan
(Dirty Dan)
SpongeBob will get his L's before me
Can catch me

I Am Not My Hair

India.Arie

I Am Not My Hair

2005

See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways back
Small, tryin' to ball, always been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even went flat
Had a lumpy curly

I Am Not My Hair

Swizz Beatz

I Am Not My Hair

2005

See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways back
Small, tryin' to ball, always been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even went flat
Had a lumpy curly

ain't tell on his homie Stood tall ain't say none
Driving cars they ain't never seen Flying places they ain't never been
Told my niggas if I make it

Yes Bob, we're reporting live from I-285 in North Atlanta 
Where APD is in hot pursuit of two vehicles
We've been told that rapper CJ is the alleged

Wonder even gon' regain his sight
cfrica's gon' be run by blacks
Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back
Ride like a maniac
cll in the Cadillac
livin' life

Wonder even gon' regain his sight
cfrica's gon' be run by blacks
Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back
Ride like a maniac
cll in the Cadillac
livin' life

show you love bro 

2018 don go 2019 no go pass me by

Emi ofe yo omo ale baba 

Wanna buy my mama prado 

Ki emi gan ra ile island make this boy drive

the calendar
One hand driving through the hills
Like a rally car
Faded, never fazed by the real world
And I'm looking real sick but I feel well
And I'm looking

shopping again
My egos drenched in sin
That's what this song is the ode to, like oxygen
Drunk off your love, you my hydroxy ting
You a monster and I'm kind

her lil ass on go
I'm outside today with Bo like let's play ball I'll drop my Lo
Any car came Thru dis bitch and shot at us ain't make it home
If you

money on me 

Went and got my license straight
It's the on the license plate
Call me Mr. Microwave 
If I don't Fuck with you ya Jake
I stay right there by

be havin’ these dreams
Of gettin’ beat by a all white team
Like mayweather on any fella
I bob and weave
This that philly she'll D
Hope yo mind at ease

up on tracks like a trolly, my golly
Like Bob Marley, we jammin', by all means
And real gangsters don't talk shit in magazines
5, never judge a rapper