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the freaky bitches
Fuck 'em all day and fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
(I want a remix again, I think I want a remix again)
(Bad Boy, 98)
You

start wilding
Kurt Cobain, I'm bout to blow your brain
You think you heard it all before but you ain't heard a thing
You think it's all the same? Because

about the only reason
I learned writin' for!
Gimme that paper! bet yer horns i'll sign!
Because i need a beer, 'n it's titty-
Squeezin' time!
"man, you

me, but we were pen pals for years
I think he was put off by my owning guns
But it's a difficult area that my family lives in
We got death threats

Looney
Yeah I heard your lil tune, and it didn't even move me
Stole another woman think they bout to come and fucking sue me
I bet my new girl better than

a Deadrising boss
I can hear your heart beating loud through the hiding walls
You think you're a gangsta you're a rat secured by the cops

I was fucking with

On green
Poor lil had it on red
Its the hand ting
Or i am squeezing breast
No even steven
I will just
Wet him again
Grab my stainless
Or i am raising iron

it
Don't let the heat up out the house
U heard what mama said
That's not being a spontaneous
Looniest zaniest, tazmanious orangutan
Talkin wit aliens

I was like oh no, don't know where my nut hit
Thought I shot it so far that it spilled all on the stairwell
But I ended up using it like Ben Stiller's

don’t wanna see the eyes of the mom’s mourning

That’s just too real
They don’t wanna hear that sh*t so let me go and tell you that I’m poppin’ all these

U Better Recognize

Dr. Dre

Murder Was the Case

1994

because I'm on an uprise, so I think you better recognize.

Dre: (Sam)
Once again it's the man with the masterplan,
they call him Sam and I (think you

counsel?

Hear ye! Hear ye! I am here
To holler that I have hauled tons by which I don't mean lots
I mean tons of cowshit
And stood ankle deep in swales

about no numbers
Marcus wanna talk about that ass
And I ain't havin' it
Ya got someone to talk to
These women, because they need to be told
I twenty

when you see me out
But it's killing the boy inside
Pour up me a cup of rye
I wish you was by my side
You ain't tho
Tried but I still can't let that pain

That's where I be if they want me
They probably don't but just call me
Gave me a couple of stacks
Because he knew I was headed right back to the hood
I

you all but I'm tryna murder you niggas
Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas
They dont wanna hear not one more noun or verb from

I’ve barely heard, these things you say to a wife? 

V66 Woman 4 Never in my life!

V67 Woman 1 
I think I’m gonna faint! 

V68 Woman 2 
They think

wasn't an option
Having someone to tell it to me straight would have kept me from getting it twisted
You don't have to carry that weight by yourself I

home
Please let Rowan know that I'm going home
And so it goes
And so it goes
And so it goes
Listen
As a matriarch, my mother more than played the part

worth it
Long as you keep on working
I'm certain you'll be the star of the show when they peel back that curtain
Don't run from the hurt just just keep

not one is inept
So because of that, I don't think that we should be
Treated like we are, call it racial equality

I read my History books this semester

God I think I'm drowning I don't know if I can't make it
Everyone just passes by and walks along
Pull me from the water that you were walking on
They

West Coast legends don’t
Want to see him at best
I think that’s just an excuse
Because their music ain't tight
Tell ‘em that Ab-soul said it
They can

No Love for the Roadie

Catch 22

Washed Up and Through the Ringer

2001

that ain't right.
Yo bump that man and get behind that table and sell that t-shirt.
It's eight, I said eight, yo.
Na, I don't think so. It's seven.