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Cuttin' Heads

John Mellencamp

Cuttin' Heads

2001

Hey Poppi yea ho
Hey Poppi yea ho
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Lay low proud Poppi
Lay low proud Poppi (shout it out)
He's from the deep south (shout

to side lookin' for ho snitches
I'm wide open on the freeway, my pager broke my vibe
'Cause a junkie is a junkie three-sixty-five
It's just another day

Player's Ball

OutKast

MTV the First 1000 Years: Hip Hop

1999

to side lookin' for ho snitches
I'm wide open on the freeway, my pager broke my vibe
'Cause a junkie is a junkie three-sixty-five
It's just another day

start the new whip (Skrrt!)
Three shots deep and she wanna skinny dip
She dancing on the table like she know how to strip
Giving me dirty looks but all

Get Her in tha Mood

Twista

Adrenaline Rush

1997

and ride from Chi to Texas
Give the game up since I came up put my name up
Check out the rhythm
Make the mob wanna flame up
Struck a match

in that Nascar, watch the rims glow
When I talk shit gold teeth where's the blow
Bitch wanna ride, wanna shyne, I said oh no
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, nigga, go

you
Don't wanna ride without you

I'd rather feel bad inside and cry alone
Then to be placed up high and praised upon a thrown
See I'm only human, by

(Thirty)
five on the bud niggaz (Thirty-one)
Deep in the game niggaz, (Thirty-two)
out there slangin' cane niggaz (Thirty-three)
Them main niggaz,

and demand; I'm The man to supply! Y'all like who came with this guy
Hell if I told you about how I'm surrounded
By potential it's essential drop everybody that

Homeboyz

2Pac

2PAC: Rap Phenomenon, Vol. 2

2007

crack dealin' to rap villain, my new profession
Who wanna see me at eight deep, fuck 3D
You coward ass motherfuckers'll never see me

Bustin' with

Feel like I'm in too deep

Don't fall in love with the fishes
Do not get drowned in the water
I don't wanna call her no more
Cause my niggas think

Feel like I'm in too deep

Don't fall in love with the fishes
Do not get drowned in the water
I don't wanna call her no more
Cause my niggas think

the Harlem Gigolo
Get your ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door
I represent honeys with money, fly guys with gems
Ride with the tints that be

Been Around the World

The Notorious B.I.G.

No Way Out

1997

the Harlem Gigolo
Get your ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door
I represent honeys with money, fly guys with gems
Ride with the tints that be

Dogg Pound Gangstaz

Tha Dogg Pound

Dogg Food

1995

for life
Show me your ho and I'll be fuckin' that bitch by midnight (but see)
It ain't nothin' nice, shakin' these niggas like dice
I told you once,

shit

As soon as I'm steppin' up on
That platform them niggas now
Them niggas dead and now listen I'm tryin'
To tell you how set it out
We three deep in

Baby, just hold me close and never let me go

Nine, nine, nine
Love the way I stroke it deep inside
Ride it like you stole it. Two rounds, too loud

(Yeah) 
Say she love me (What?)
I ain't committed (Nah)
Say she wanna ride it but that bitch ain't got no ticket (Yea)
Walk up in the mall, I told that ho

And look what they did
Like Pop don't talk, don't talk to the pigs
Three switch Glocks' all different Gens(Oh no)
She wanna, touch on my pants
And I really

over to the island of Jersey, followed by a swift little airplane ride 3000 kilometres due...east of
ah...well no, no, got that wrong, due west

it on the low
But you knew that

Night after night I give all my life for you
Ride or die
I can't deny no one else by my side but you
My ride or die

So he diss on that three, I'ma bust him
If a bitch cute to me, I'ma fuck her
I guess I hit your lil' ho with a rubber
Me, Tresh, YBT ridin' 'round

Exodus

M.I.A.

Matangi

2013

Do you wanna come with the sexy girls
If you got swag, fuck with us
And do you wanna ride like a crusader?
You ain't gotta Christian Dior (christ

reflecting deep inside me
If you you wanna know
Gotta let it show
You can't do that anymore
If you wanna be
Just like me
Open up your mouth one two three
Gotta