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diddes
Mix em wit zanes and niggas u use to know ball sniffing the train
Its all good cause in my hood we turnt up
Jump stupid like a over cooked meal get

Too West Coast

Ice Cube

I Am the West

2010

cutoffs and tube socks
Play my shit a lot of deejays they do not
Cause me and bitch niggaz don't mix like two cocks
Who knocks with them pocket rockets

like a fifthy pack but it ain't no dope money I mix and master then I convert the track see the problem with this world nobody likes the proven facts but

the list
It's baggtalk, Playboi Genzyme, yeah they in the mix
And I can't forget Felicia, she a bagging bitch

Box head with the land, ysn shit
And Henny

tryin to raise my pay, like sir mix a lot ray


The 808 will do it, fine women lose it, it's like kit of tools, the way it loosen up the screws
afro

Mr. Lil One

Mr. Lil One

Once in a Decade [Familia]

2006

2)
Now before I get up in the mix let me run em' all down how I get down
I be one of a kind every mankind will you find of mine
That so sick like

own man nah I don't need a teacher
Got a lot of flavors but I swear it gets sweeter
Got a lot layers peel back like chiquita
I still mix a little bit

(J-jsk shit)
High off up my ass, I cannot think (Cannot think)
So much in my cup, I had a lot to drank (Lot to drank)
Mix it up, give a fuck about

want a bite out of legacy
I mix them both up that's the recipe
Uh real nigga; 2 3's up: say rest in peace Pop Smoke
We turn road to a race track

Get Yo Ride On

Eazy-E

The Recipe

1998

pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry

in school was math so I'm usta doin numbers
I usta showing love that's what I got from all the time spent with my mother
I got mad commas mix it with

a lot)
Ooo I'm tryna ripen up together til our bodies rot
(And make your body drop from all these body shots)
How could I not you back it up like I'm

the gems
They just see the trends
It more to life than a new bag or a Benz
Them times by my lonely Gave my aura a cleanse

If ain't wanna jump the broom

met it was never true
Now we rolling , smoking too
It's been a minute kicking through
Tell me do you love it two
All the small things l do
I'ma pull up

I turn my bitch on just like a remote
She could tell by my walk this dick good it's a go
She can't take dick or move slow or say no no
Bitchs i won't

that's the casters, yeah I blend it with the mix
Independent with the moves, I be mastering the tricks
Seven pm in the stu and I end it after six
Homie

Every line of mine, you can sniff it
I mix it with soda
Then slice it with the razor
Straight off the scale, watch me put it on the paper
Wrap it up in

bang, look at the way my chain glow
The ring on my fing' cost your
Man a lot of dough (Oh)
The fuck am I bustin' my brain fo'?
It's just the way the game

Street Soldier

Paris

Unleashed

1998

One two three, it's the G-U-E
Double-R, I, double-L, A, yellin' mayday
Weeble with a street sweeper lookin' for the beast
Had me thinkin' that I'm

follow
Say goodnight to the world and goodbye to tomorrow
You rave accuse, it's a must you get bust
Were not to be fucked with toys ain't us

[VERSE 2

the fuckin' whinin'
Yeah, it's clear can see
Right through you people
I pull up on yo bitch
Smokin' a blunt
Hotboxin' in the Regal
Snort a U24 and pop 2 more

can't win

I ain't phased by the lies they done told
Them niggas ain't seeing me
And I heard it's smoke so I been riding with my two-two three
I know that

fucking hurts IT REALLY FUCKING HURTS I punch myself as I’m thinking…  (Rap Count 1)   1. 2. Fire on you  3. 4. Burnin’ what for 5. 6. No fire wicks 7. 8.

on you
Nah Bitch I ain't yo nigga I ain't kissin on you 
But if you my baby I ah probably put some Fendi on you 
I play it Brazy' mix the Louis with