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to say
Ain't nothin' to say to a hoe
I'm gettin' paid by the loaf
Y'all niggas dick ride by the low
I'm lit all the time, off this dro
Rick Owens, yeah,

by the creek while we smoking by da creek
Niggas die for they chain cause flossing ain’t cheap
I see gold on your body, ill lay a nigga down in his

out some Jones
All I need is a tank of gas and an ice chest
full of cold beer
So we ride into the night
Gonna take a back road by the Ouchita
Got

blowing by
Now I ain't got as many friends and my phone dry
My family gettin off the chain cuz what we been threw
My life is all up in this low paying job

I stay soulful
Am smart like Owen
Cause I am golden

You so freaky (Oohh)
Freaky freaky (Ooh ooh)
Ass so biggie
Biggie biggie (yeah)
Ndidlu cotton

gonna change)
I low-key hate you, you probably feel the same
(Oh, I fucking hate you)
Go, please, you are way too controlling
Rather be by doing my

Custeau
We up from low
The tide a change
We surf it tho
Where purpose grow
The mind will calm
Balance itself
A rhythmic drum

Day by day
The wind is working

Yeah
Yeah
So many days I had shit on my mind
But I had to get through it and I had to push through it
Ran these racks up by myself
I ain't need no

crazy
I just poured me up some tech it got a nigga acting lazy
Know you a snake I ain't surprised by what you did bitch you fugazzi
Stack them bands up so

Aye used to be broke but i get them bucks now
Ridin wit sora we writing some music we used to be down but we up now
Wait
We scored ona pint and it's

his bitch
I told him "Imma keep it a buck, I ain't want the bitch"
If fuck nigga spazz, we in the truck wit it
A 100 round drum tuck, it will pump your

It's not complicated 
It only is if we make it 
while we're working all day
hard work low pay yeah we hate it.

So grab your phone couple bucks in

rain coat

You say it's up
Well bitch you better lay low
I'm with some young's who gone
Move when I say so its summer time bitch we
Outchea with them

I'm a Rider

South Central Cartel

All Day Everyday

1997

on a dime
The West coast stays on your mind - the line
Is thin, I'm in for the win so you lose
Original like Chuck T shoes
Who want to dis the rider
Light

did a lot of shit them late nights for the dough
Robbin niggaz on the low (low) laughed at 'em then I go (go)
Sometimes it went smooth and nobody got

No Static at All

3rd Bass

Derelicts of Dialect

1991

"No static at alllllll..."

Beef not needed to waste one
'Cause trouble don't feed the bass drum
Some so feeble, so play the hoodlum
A humdrum

to buy cds
That's when a nigga started selling these beats
I was only selling them guys for 10 bucks a piece 
But multiply that by like a hunnid a week 
I

Kieran's hair
Like the sea salt spray
Yeah, Dylan so aware
Dean so hairy, make him look like a bear
These bitches fucking with odrizzy
But I don't even care

Bangin' on Wax [Duet: Bloods and Crips]

Bloods & Crips

Bangin on Wax

1993

so I shoot 'em at the funeral
I don't give a damn about another nigga's life
I roll by and squeeze on a fuckin' trigga type
People started to fall up

Thats just how life goes
High Lows
Oh Na
(I can't trust these hoes)
So who can I run to?
When I need Love
I got these feelings baby
And they're only for

Uh, you wrong
Why you dance so low to this song?
Where your boyfriend at, he gone?
Is that a napkin you put your number on?
Look, you so wrong
Drop

Put a finger in the sky for my highs
Put two to the floor for my lows
Everybody think they know how I rise
But they don't know what they don't know

Chasin' Papers

Pharrell Williams

The Stoned Immaculate

2012

friends killed over small bills
I still go, hard spitting bars for them folk
Life so fragile
But the big bucks lay down the road less traveled
Cause they

fuck with a nigga
I cant wait to my bucks get bigger
Hope this rap shit come in clutch for a nigga
I'm going through it they dont know How I feel
Shit so