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standing' by tha stove who washin' all my clothes
She said I don't do no good
I only do bad
And I never make em' happy I've only made em' sad
And there was

and Chong cuz they'll be grass after I explode
I ex those I think of as the next clone, cuz' biting art is corny
Own your style or get sent home
Livin life,

attacking me 
A new direction, direct from a place of passion
If you don't think the same as me then go to hell
I was taught, great minds think for themselves

calls as if no one were

Home
We'd rather not be bothered, content to live off bread alone
See, our appetites have been altered by a world we made our own

and listen

Iyo ham, ham
Oh nkosi yam

A lot of people tried to discourage me man 
And told me I must not do this album man
Why sing about Tambo
Leave politics

King of the Ghetto

Z-Ro

The Life of Joseph W. McVey

2004

side, and one in his back
I-10 again and again, from running that crack
Girlfriend kept complaining, cause he never at home
So he told her deal with it

Shining Sun

Hi-5

Double the Fun

Clear through to another day
I know it's been seen before
Through other eyes on other days
While going home 
What do you want me to do,
To do for you

And you know I ain't talking tusk
Bewildered by the foes in my eyes
There shoes will never fit to my size
I'm too big to fit there is no dice
Want bars like

home by 9pm
Now I’m loving things
I’m with Altezza money
Friday night let’s get popping
Hoping that these boys gonna
Play music at the center parking
It

performance in recording sessions
My gears are constantly turning yearning for more perfection
Most High, please continue to lead me in your direction
Cause I

(oh, yeah), barely got through twenty-two (oh, yeah)
Nineteen in the club (nineteen), I'm just tryna go home
Never really at the crib (nah), never get

on a pike like the album cover
I'ma pass the mic to my rapper brother
If I had other man comfortable with spazzing
A one-handed juggler, jamming like Smuckers

when I'm suddenly getting inspired it's like when I'm printing a fax comin' in
And album mode is like syncing the data by thinking of raps mumblin'

of the phrase paid dues 
And if you wanna emcee, you better study the craft 
Or you might get cut up and laughed at by some guys that kinda hate you 
Now I ain't

I got a whole collection of
A home grown selection me and broke niggas
Two things with no connection
I can't see 'em like the
FaceTime with no

I throw that shit up, lil' bitch, I rock every
She gon' bring home that bag, ok bitch, yeah, it better be (yeah)

Diamonds bite heavily
Kicked out

Life saying Ce La Vie
Do you R.E.M.ember me
I'm the K.I.D. with affection
Infecting Everybody within any direction
What was The Question
Man that shits

for me
"Where's the album? Where he at?"
They say "I love you" when you sad
You keep it real, they keep it real
I do not wanna write no raps
I

So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a fucking cockroach?
And Goblin, you get no props on it
It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it

Got them all talking like, "Oh my!"
Now I'm feeling Brolic, it's showtime
I might foil these plans made by your mans
"Hi, Royalty!" they yell from

records that I've sold
Pretending that you made me, not a penny that you owed
Got no room for homies cause my pockets are too full
Platinum on my album

controlled by your bitch tryna cancel you
Shawty guiding you guiding you
That's what they should all try to do (Where the real ones at?)
Where the real ones

at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out

Something For the Weekend

Ben Westbeech

Something For the Weekend

And know the night bus doesn't take me there (or anywhere)
So I take a walk on my own 
So i'm in direction of home
Falling, I see deezie ? stumble by