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Rapper Gone Bad

Rick Lee

Don't Hate the Player, Hate the Game, Vol. 2

2005

the traffic and say, "Girl, there go that man again"
I'm fabulicious, game nutricious
Break bitches like dishes and drink like them fishes
Boy, put some of that

a tear when somebody said ""this one's for Heather,""
cuz Courtney said she was inspired by my open letter
to the ones, when I was swelling mama's tummy,

im wytłumacz z nich tak samo robią kretynów i
Teorie spiskowe to nie z kina fake by the way internet to dzieło CIA
A jak przyjdzie mój czas to swoje

I know
Dudes that buy poles bipolar armed way more than a soldier
Didn't need a background check got it in the pavement
As a child he just played with

Stop, Drop & Roll

Jinc Ent.

Super Jerkin [Vol. 2]

[x2:]
Stop and roll
Stop drop and roll

Bring the hoes I am hot
Make them stop drop and roll
Swagga stop trafic like a
Cone in the row.

Stop

gotta move
You see they want
My neighborhood too

In this city 
My home city

Last night 
I took one last ride
Way downtown
By the river side

In this

Meet up with team
We gone take over the streets
This is bikelife
Loud pipes
Rippin up the gravel
Even night time
Side ways drifting through the traffic
I

The Kids are popping wheelies
Up major taylor boulevard
Against rush hour traffic
Went ahead and ruled the world for now
And here we are
Losing all

body
Notice them when they arise
Then if you hear a sound notice that
But keep letting go each one
As it arises, notice it and then
Be aware of the next

the alarm
Always watching the clock and the traffic
So those buried in books would still find their way
For years he lived to give you the hour
And you

Red traffic lights 
Flowers closing in our palms 
Tinted tides onto our tongues 
Golden railways, copper vines 
We're the lucky ones 

Time will pass

growth

cnd beg for mercy in new ways but form
c currency
Lost
Excited
cnd well groomed

Did you see it, I didn't, you figured

With  not much knowledge

find a way through the traffic
Where the traffickers are at it, pretty penny for the passage
Last hours trepidation, reach his destiny his nation
Many

Footprints on the Moon

No longer staring out these backseat windows 
Stuck in traffic, stuck inside our minds
It’s time to light up the world like

wake up way past five
You pray for another try you clock in late you're fired
You walk the streets all high your life just sweeps on by
You eat your

No parking Wednesdays at noon and
The garbage lines the streets
A cereal box with cartoons and a
Price tag way too steep
And a fence that leans

You know, if you called, I'd pick up the phone.
Just so I could hear you moan
About the little things like the traffic you'd get stuck in 
On the way

And when I joke, they laugh

I've got a pair of eyes that they're getting lost in
I hypnotize by the way I'm walking
I've got them dazzled like a stage

lace my balcony
Sun draped the empanadas I taste
Delicious neighbor across the way doing her dishes
I waved she say "eros guapo" what is this
Business

for sixteen centuries 
Maritime law merged to become one 
Owned by the church birth death of the sun
Slaves changes forms and double the worth
Education

Some guy cut me off on my way to work|I spilled hot coffee on my shirt |Hit a traffic jam by the baptist church|And I was runnin late this mornin|So

A Story for Supper

Lydia

This December; It's One More and I'm Free

Now it's understood, it's finally kicked in. 
And as we stop by this gathering of fire at the rocks, 
I've forgotten all your world and here's to one

time, keep attackin'
Uh, Big Ol' C4, it's a bomb in his jacket
Swervin' through traffic
I'm the one drinkin' the
Syrup by the gallon
Too many doors been

This Is Northern Cali

Woodie

Demonz N My Sleep

2001

smashing traffic on that cradik
In the A-N-T-I-O-see-H we don't be hate
We fo da pay and blowing brains
I'm smoking dank (in my throw pit?) in my corner