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Boy in the box, the fever is all day
Boy in the box, the fever is all day
Boy in the box, the fever is all day
Boy in the box, the fever is all day

honor of Steve Jobs' life
Please let's all buy this song on iTunes
It's the way Steve would have wanted it
You're my boy, Blue!

Still in Effect

Freeway

The Chain Gang, Vol. 2

2003

in the blue flame all in the six
With my mind on my money and my money on my brain
Last thing he know all these hoes ain't use to know me now they

humble pie.

You'll see me where the stars come out to play
city lights will wipe my small town blues away

Back when I was a child
We used to play in

pockets blue'd up, they got me Crip walking
This for the city that got everybody on they boss
Cause nationwide they know here really we be getting off
Look

shade as that Panama City sky 

Something ‘bout you I don't know what it is 

Makes a boy wonder what it'd be like 

To be the one waking up by your side

blind
Middle boy Oreo crime
So bad off track line
Might jump Third Eye Blind
Might scream shake up ya playlist
Might scream Super Saiyan Blue shit
Might

If You Want to Party

Mase

Double Up

Who be frontin' in the Six that's really a Five
You could see I still got it by the look in my eyes 
I'm a blue collar criminal, crook in disguise

even read my text today? (Oh-oh-oh)
St. Tropez like dreams, so why you playing?
Got inner city blues like Marvin Gaye
Oh, you know I'm trying, baby

I'm with you
Wanna orbit with you
The lights look different
When they white not blue
A whole new picture
Painted by you
And it's perfect
Picture perfect

don't like me fuck you and the building, you (work in)
If you see us in the club with Cîroc by the tub
We ain't have fun, nigga we (workin')
In the DJ

Smash Sumthin'

Mark Curry

Westwood Hip Hop Club Bangers

2017

ringer
So, until next time boys and girls, goodbye!
Cunters journey home, toodaloo, ta ta - and fuck off!!
From the "rollercoaster malpractice"

she don't love you nigga
She just used to you nigga, oh boy!

[Intro] + (E-40)
I can't tell but I need to know just how you feel
I can't hold it

music
No excuses
I feel marvelous by the way

Look uh, first off, I'm poppin' nigga, fuck all y'all
Y'all lucky I don't let this thing touch all

Name Me Fresh
Written by B-fresh
Produced by Donald XL Robertson 
Executive Produced by Darren Delo Beard
Label: Originalgangsterrecords.com


Uh,

Domestic Violence

E-40

Chase the Cat [Clean]

2001

love you nigga
She just used to you nigga, oh boy

I can't tell but I need to know just how you feel
I can't hold it inside I've got my pride so tell me

Posse On Verner

Insane Clown Posse

Forgotten Freshness, Vol. 3

2001

In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot

cos we gotta get that pay
We always leave the radio on, but they never play a song that we want played
Every once in a blue moon, we hear a good tune,

City boy with no love for the country.
Until you found me
Now I'm yours
Grabbed me by the hand and showed me something
That I had never seen before

Down Yonder

Bubba Sparxxx

Pain Management

2013

We send them big trucks way up in the air
And snatch up big booty Bettys by the pair
My boys and dem boys really don't compare
Country boy, city

And I don't want a grammy just lead me to the blue faces
It's hot around the city but it's a lot of cold cases
Mind going through fazes but I just give it

Contract

Jazze Pha

Crunk Juice [Deluxe Edition] [CD/DVD]

2004

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet
You know what I'm saying, the vet,

from nothin' boy we used to shop at the Dollar Tree
Got Fallz on my mind, every time, that I'm in yo' city I gotta leave
All I know is grind, member them

We all lost as the people
Just want y'all to see the direction we headed
We been gettin' high, we been feelin' low
We was in the city, this shit is