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you like the three dolla bill
They neva give you pussy
You can't tell em how you feel
Too many lies
The girls say you so lame
Talk too much and you

an example

Aiyyo Jinx 
Hey whassup G? 
This girl'll be here in a minute 
Uh huh 
The bitch got a nice ass and I'm tryin' to get in it 
Cool that's

all I know
All a nigga know is get this shit by any means
All a nigga want is a bad bitch from Philippines
All I wanna do is stack this shit past me

could still stay up
In a penthouse suite 
On a floor way up
Or my gran mammy house 
On the floor playin
Yeah
I love the fact 
That you get so wet
Get high

dont need em
I dont need em huh
Got a girl back home
I put designer on her clothes
Buy her some chanel
Then i buy her some gucci
Buy that bitch some

(Great John on the beat, by the way)

We gon' send that boy up, he scared of heights
Back on the block, we rollin' dice
Girl, if you tryna fuck,

things ever change,
Just call me by my name

Say girl,
Listen to your feelings,
Listen to your heart
I think I could hear it
When we’re far apart
If things

You taught me to pull out
My Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressin' it softly
Get 'em up off me
'cause all we wanted was harmony
Been bombing 'em

the man you should run 'em by

In the fire, been tried
Affected the way I been wired inside
You can hide or glide
I could've been deported
That's

like this'll give the ol' girl a heart attack
Always hollerin about child abuse and child neglect
Where the hell did you get that?
Shit the last time

ima push em to the side (Huh)

(Yeah)
Crazy shit I be wildin with my bros
Ima really step it up
So i be climbing with my bros
Get that money stack it up

the horse hair
They forced in
I be in the club
Looking for a couple more of dem
Sorta like my first date
Fresher by the hullin'
I don't need your girl
Man I

Somebody help me look
I can't find myself
So where'd you get the hooks
Got em by myself
I done hit the books
Learned it by myself
Nobody fuck with

tellin' you

I ain't put in work in these streets just to get killed by 'em
Plug call with a whole thing, you know I still buy 'em
I told my girl I'm

out
Never get bothered by the rage
Just pull curtain cause everything is staged now
Walk in the mirror like a room
Go head show 'em what fits in you

What We're All About

Sum 41

Radioactive: Modern Rock Series (June 2002)

party
Well I can keep the beat but I can't break dance
It's hard to look cool in crazy pants
But I wear 'em anyway even when they look whack
It's my

bit of strands
Trying to get over forbidden-ness(or bitterness) like ban hands
So raise em up to the roof, even though some are roofless
Everything

like
I'm stuck in milldew
Surrounded by fake people who don't
Speak the real truth my girl hate me
Think I'm creepin' with the duck
Or think I'm sleepin'

on dis drank

Girl im thinking bout chu when im getting high
Sliding in dis hellcat time passing by

Hate I broke us up
Should've never told them lies

That's What I'm Looking For [Mr. Dupri Remix]

Da Brat

Big Momma's House

2000

in my life to get by
That's why I spit shine the pussy
'Till it get tight and fine
He push me over to the other side
If he act right he could hit

to the one night stand
If you loving 'em, you's a sucker, that's the one night saying
But why give him the wrong number and fuck him later on girls
That's

I get how you live I get how you rock
You can't fuck with us boy yeah you needa stop

Ya we on the block by the chop shop 
Cut throat niggas chop you

Me and my girl, We like beauty and the beast, Take a trip into my world, We ain't got much to eat

I be grinding, Leave em dying,
In the mother

State of Grace

Talib Kweli

Gravitas

2014

is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found