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Yo, Grant's self description, a self-conscious mix of Sesame Street 
Trap rap, and a bit of futuristic, a little Rivers Cuomo and a can

really my shit
I was already high off za, and when you mix that shit you start to feel sick

I was in the field with my dawgs, I was in the field with my

Rell
Mike Jack or Mike Bealer
She tellin me she love me and there ain't nobody realer
Ion fuck with rappers I fuck with the drug dealers
Just Imagine

son, should wear a Grizzlies jersey baring my name
I swear I’m sorry for the mix up
I’m name dropping like tramp stamps in a strip club
Gotta' screen

I hope it is
I walked up to her introduced myself my name is Drixx
By the way she jack my style I can tell shorty digged the rizz
We drank our drinks

Na uh 
I'm on that gas sir it was grown by a master 
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that's coming they keep coming faster 
I don't care if

don’t do that Na uh
I’m on that gas sir it was grown by a master
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that’s coming they keep coming faster
I don’t

that
Oh you can't move it then bring the plate back
By tomorrow it's gone I'm a shake that
Chop it down spin it around bring the cake back
Re cop tripple

Excuse me

Take me back to old times
What a wild life
Peaceful days
And some wild nights
They showed no love
Ghetto scandalous
They couldnt handle us

As Sudhama reached Krishna's palace.

He was stopped by the gatekeepers.

Hey you! Who the hell are you?

Sir..

I want to meet my dear friend, Krishna?

Can

of heavy
Bitches will be bitches as I smash in the Chevy
It's getting, it's getting, it's getting kind of heavy

[Snoop Dogg]
It all goes back, to '85

sucker niggas tryna jack shit
Legendary my effect is everlasting
Ima icon ima staple ima flagship
Standing 10 toes strong as always
Can't say the same for

don't mean shit now
fuck the presents might as well throw them out
fuck all those kisses they didn't mean jack
fuck you you ho I don't want you back

fuck

Ayy, hit the block and sell drugs (woo, woo)
That's exactly how it was
Take the Sprite and take the codeine (and mix it)
And I pour me up a cup
Get

suffered set-backs
Had shouldn't-have-said-thats, had made everyone mad
He made 808s, so he's everyone dad, know he ever gets sad
Hotel rooms by

them poles
“ Graa graaa boooom “
Otf yeah i keep me a glock
Ebk with don’t jack with no opps
If you switch then your ass getting shot
If you snitch then

Now all I need is you right by my side
I just copped a lot baby I ain’t gonna lie
I just copped a sum now I’m flying through the sky
I got a ten, I got

got birds but this ain't hollister
Red bottoms virgins this ain't polish sir
Know we got bands don't count my pockets bruh
Now they treat me like I'm

Neva Broke

E-40

The Mail Man

1993

this mail

[Verse 1]
Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her

Sprung on the Cat [Album Version]

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Mack Daddy

1992

get wit' ya
Some brothers want to spend a lot a money
Just to get a little honey
But the honey gets runny when the money's funny
'Cause I'm hipped

When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack

Yeah I got a lot, got a lot up on my mind
Deep emotions, different potions, all thru the night
Mix it up, wash it back, yeah I'll be alright
Pass it

up on your dream
Don't you do it
Don't you do it
Don't you do it

Damn Glory, why you so hard
Can't waste no time, you will never get that shit back
I

Kimora
Marc Jacobs suit, as I stun in my fedora
I got a lot of holes
I fuck like the majority
Love hospital dick down the orderly
But my bitch, she been