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Aren't y'all always truckin'
Aren't y'all always truckin'
Is that dog food
What up, doggy? Lock it up

This is a place built by my doggy
Sheesh, two

the picture

Tryna build me a ho, like I'm Bob the Builder
She ain't got a pretty face, ain't fuckin' with em
All that flashin' guns might think you a actor

livin by the stories that I be spittin
My shit be hittin dome splittin like a sack from LT blitzen
Troublesome we mix it hot like crock pots up in

about it later, but at the time they were a state,
'Cos they'd expected just the one, judging by her weight,
And they'd only bought one cot, so they used

Interrogation

The Coup

Genocide & Juice

1994

and undercover dwellers
They are here to be placed into helicopter propellers
And the narcotic snatched up by the seat of his pants
His face was driven into

exist, so for you it's unlikely
Housekeeper, you can dust it politely
Unless you want two black eyes like that SpongeBob icee
Little ol' me causing all

niggas phoney
Went through some
Problems I fixed by my lonely, I'm
Not a thug but I keep that bitch on me
Bought a new whip den I PARKER (Park her) like

never rest
Like Fred Hampton ain't get killed in the bed
He was sleeping by his girl
She was pregnant with his child
I'ma pull it, I'ma pull up, I'ma pull

knees 
Grab you by the neck
Kiss you on da cheek 
Know you feel me breath 
I know im a tease 

I roll up my sleeves and get ready for war
Or whatever

it's the truth
You rappers stay capping
I got bars by the truck load
Middle finger to the fuck boys
And the dumb hoes
Cooking like gumbo
Ball like

поссорюсь,
То от злости я даже помоюсь.

Спасибо, мама, что я долбаеб.
От твоего голоса меня бросало в пот.
Спасибо, мама, что вырос в Сибири.
2 pac'a и Bob

RAP-1
*By way of introductions
I'm Ezy Tha Genius.
Fools know me not
But to the wise I'm famous.
Steady dodging copy cat's
And imitators.
So if you

of bob the builder bopping to my Brand New Songs
People bumping wit they bongs
Either way high and appalled
Coworkers listen to me
My ex's listen to me

What's Clef [Bonus Track]

Pras

Ghetto Supastar

1998

What's your question?

What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?
What's Clef?
I'm not a Bob Marley impostor
What's Clef got to do with

(that you need) 
keep it by the zip to the pound to the ki' (to the Ki') 
used to grind for days all night (all night) 
now I check my boys Bob P

I'ma blow out his brains, in a way I'ma Play, I'm just tryna get paid, and I'm Dodging
The hate, ain't got time to debate, you Get killed by mistake,

A spade a spade, some other hoes
But I live in the shade
Palm trees, fronto, Bob Marley
I'm the dutch master, I'll box you
Boy like Cassius
Put 'em in

coming up
They gone stab you in your back like you ain't done enough
How you say you family you ain't showing love
He ain't die by the gun he died by

hardly
Heavy on the Bob, fix it with the Marley
Rastafar-i, revize see
Rastastar, wisdom guidance and protection
Guided by the light of perfection
Next um,

Face,
I'm A Lump Your Head.

Your mental shift and your turn to Tyson,
With a punch so hard he shouldn't had a license.
Bob and weave opponent confused,

friends, uh
The things you are tryna defend, uh
Are soon gonna be at their end, uh
Sloth Mob
Tryna bob and weave
You honestly thought you could cross with me

you injure 
We move you like a movie biti bob ninu legion 
Booyaka booyaka County Badness loni region
brothers, who dunno me I’m Badness 
Light in my

bySankah
J'vois les russes à l'AK
Le flow à 2pac
Pendant que j'roule mes pack pack personne m'attaque
Papa maman m'ont tout payé 
J'ai pas le droit de me

sour D let me spit
So you can get high on me backwood packages
Left on top of the fucking cabinets
Right by the packets of kool-aid
To get my bladder