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on two wheels 
Up down the way

San Francisco 
Yeah thats
My day drive
Roll around in through city late night
cll the star up in the sky
Fly by
Fade away

every night, I wake up, gamble with my life
Yeah, I pour fours up in my Sprite, one-thousand dollars, cups of ice
I'm humble but ain't nothin' nice, in

a chainsaw
I ain’t going back
I was 19 when I made a 100 stacks
Next 100 took me two days
Club going up on a Tuesday
Wednesday Thursday Friday
Imma win this my

like it’s soaked in kerosene

Another night getting fucked up with crew
She doesn’t have a clue what I’m going through.
And even if she knew, there’s

aren't even due
I know you think you fucked up, and it may be true
But I still love you, and all that you do
You were there for me since literally day one

cook up if you get shook up then be on go mode
Mamma I can do it by myself what you a hoe for
Remember there was niggas in the crib like every day

wine
Now she wanna fuck on me all night
Smoking weed by the shoreline
She tryna fuck with me all night
It's so crazy how my life done turned out
Used

Aye, who down to kill?
I match the chilly ice with Tommy gear
When I be chilling by myself I'm fucked up for the year
I only think about decisions

As soon this one blows up
Bro drop after drop
Friday night club water
In my cup yeah It's enough
I'm sorry to you lot
But still one love
Oh my god did I hit

of a smile,
Strangers passing by, and for them i got the time
Tell them it's okay, head up, it will be alright
Walk you to the top, yeahhhhhhh 


Beach days

But let's be honest, we're all dirty-minded anyway
I'm fucked in the head like a beaten up heavyweight
But look, obviously she's crazy in love
Head over

phone when I lock it
It's all you, no lie
Baby, you're the only girl

In my head when I'm dreamin'
In my Friday every weekend
All my days, my nights

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

The Message: The Roots of Rap

1999

Friday night
I was rocking to the beat, feeling all right
Everybody was dancing on the floor
Doing all the things they never did before
And then this

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Haven't slept in days
Haven't slept in months
Haven't slept in years
Guess I'm just fucked up
Everday gets worse
Everyday I'm cursed

really wanna beef
I pull up by myself but it's like there's 10 of me
We be riding round town serving all these fuckin fiends
I'm just tryna stack a milli I

could
Cuz now I'm out again with all my friends on Friday night
You always said I'd end up just like them, guess you were right

Cuz since that day you

doesn't work for me

High alone on a Friday night 
I popped some pills and I'm feeling alright
Crush a little bit to help get me there
Rolling up a bill

I remember getting too drunk with my best friends
I remember getting fucked up with my girlfriends
I remember drinking all nights on the weekends

up myself, so I ain't owe 'em that
So fuck what a enemy think
I'm goin' hard, I'mma monster, we drink
Shout out to Louie V
Shout out to Lil' Snupe
He

Project 'Ho

MC Shan

Down by Law

1987

game, so I thought I'd play
And never in my life will I forget this day
I was chillin' one night, I was all alone
Noddin' off but awaken by the ring

My niggas are stuck in a 9 to 5
Instead of following their dream
I'm working all day and all night
'Cause I gotta get it by any mean

I feel like

Trying not show you've got me fucked up
All night and all day
Nothing can distract me from your face 
Took the pictures off the wall, I couldn’t even look

any phoney fucks
Yeah I've been lonely but…
Wh-Who can you really count on, I don't even trust myself
I've royally fucked up every chance and hand that

girlfriend I'm still tryna shake
Outside looking in I know it seems I'm ok
If I had to keep it 100 my mental bout to break
Friday night in the house slappin