Lyrics:
Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right
Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right
Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right
Moving up,
here, gangsta
Don't cross the line
Mr. Collipark
If you think it's a game, you play with it right
Ain't nothin' safe when them guns start
Havannah Brown
Red One
Mr.Worldwide
From Miami, Morocco, to Austrailia
To the world, dale!
Run 'em like run 'em run 'em woop
Run 'em like
a friend along
To help me show my appreciation the right way
Ladies, Mr. Jamie Foxx
Mr. Foxx, Ladies
(Remix)
I love her 'cause she got her own
She
at video, getting control of my situation
Gotta label pop in this assituation??
You boy free I had to get out
I put you on, this is where I'm at
Right
you won't play around
No, no not with my heart
And when your boys come around
No, you're not disrespecting me
And not trying to be, "Mr
tipsy throw your fist up!
If you got diamonds and they shining throw your wrist up!
[Ludacris]
Hey hey
It's Luda Luda get it right I'm Mr. Money
pick the right string
Then your heart will take wing
And there's nowhere to go but up
Now I feel like that boy
With a shiny new toy
And there's
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
ermerica!
Harry-as-a-boy:
I suppose you're right, mr. thing-fish, but you'll have to admit...this is a rather awkward situation!
Harry:
That's right
a nigga turned Blood, I came out the blue
They like, "Damn who's Drake, where's wheelchair Jimmy at?"
On my Chris Brown shit, I'm still here, gimme that
sit by the radio, hands on the dial tune
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers let it off (off, woo)
Mr. VA 'bout
mashes with the crazy, illest niggas in town?
Killin' willingly, who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I him threw a right cross, cold-knocked him out
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You
taught he might
If notty like and seventy fiver, help me raise my shorty right
So when I come home wit the quarter, I say, yo shorty run to royal
Seen
a future with you like remember boy
[Chorus]
You're so much more than a crush
I'm down like the Chevy on dubs
On lock, by the pioneer cuffs
Your
Alright Mr. Thanksgiving
It's for the money this time (Drama)
Howdy do motherfuckers, it's Weezy Baby
Niggas bitchin' and I gotta tote
Just look at George Floyd
look at Emmett
They slaughter kids
Father to my lil boy he got the right to live
The Judging by the skin
They wildin out
Kansas, they so outlandish
Up in Nebraska, I know whatcha after
Bubble baths and Budweiser, joy and laughter
A good ol' boy that's not tryin' to gas ya
Browns and Blacks get beat black and blue,
When they boys in blue, come through, it's mad true,
It's sad, dude, wrong color and they blast you,
They think
killed us (Who)
Tryin' not to be political, it was ridiculed (Real)
'Member I was in the middle school, with a fit or two ('Member)
Mama had the boy by
I Took Baltimore bags
That came from Ocean Drive
Saved a little for my white boys
In Poquoson right
I Got it set up from Hickory Grove
Out
(snoopy -woof!)
(boys-boom!)
you're a good man Charlie Brown
and we know you will go very far
yes, it's hard to believe almost fright'ning to conceive
Diver, ho, ho, yeah, Sukey Tawdry
Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky's back in town
I said
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