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end up bein' one of my essentials
You know that you're the one that I need by my side
The one that I will ride with to the end of time
You're the one

Crushed ice, two cups shoutout to Texas
I'm still bangin' that screwed up
They call me exclusive AK, ay mr
Got the whole city juiced up
I'm on my

Wipe Your Tears

T-Bone

The Last Street Preacha

2001

lo que to te enseno 
Es algo que me ensenaron de pequeno
Wit this instrumental I'm gonna make you get sentimental 
Cause I be knowin that your

smilin' eyes, wonder if I should
Request for her number and get it if I could
Totally controlled by the powers that be
Baby girl you be the one that be

nigga taste
Don't be confused boy it aint mayonnaise
No certified lover boy like a nigga drake
Now a nigga pressed by the hoes that used to flake
Damn

a problem, we let each other know
Not let shit between us and tear us apart
The type where we give one another our hearts
I wanna be the one that's always by

American Pie

Catch 22

Washed Up! EP

1999

do We're on a mission,
To beef with anyone who fucks with our ambition
So check it and give a listen and let me explain
Yo E-rock bring back that

talking the 500
Rome around the streets
You'll see track marks running
That or all these pills
In suburban pantries
These suburban nannies
Be going OD

Flipping like reciprocals thoughts of you and me inside the mini coop
Thinking of you on these instrumentals though 
Sad to see you go and leave me

true
theres not a day goes by that i don't think of you
And think, dear savannah, lord, what did i do

tough with just four
But I've done it with more, I've been throwin' the dart on the board
Fighting all my demons by myself alone at night
I know that I'm

the fuckin' cafeteria
Fuck all that Hollywood shit!
Let's fucking rap, man

Yo, check it
This that high school lunch time cypher
I might just step in this bitch

him, take his phone

Huh, I play with that kitty, no hello
Figure, get rolled like a 'Rello
This might be one of the
Damn hardest fuckin' instrumentals

Black Denim Trousers and Motorcycle Boots

The Diamonds

Diamonds Collection

1996

fool was the terror of highway 101

Brief instrumental interlude
Mary lou, poor girl, she pleaded and she begged him not to leave
She said I've got

THE OPTIONS|SHE'S THINKING ‘BOUT HER FOLKS|HE POURS A STRONG CONCOCTION|SHE LIGHTS UP A SMOKE|SHE'S A GIRL THAT HE DON'T LOVE|HE'S A BOY SHE BARELY KNOWS|SO DON'T

fly
But I mostly rock that hippy shit
Tie-dye hoodie wire wrap with the amethyst
My girl do witch craft daily she be practicing
I be meditating regular

and scuffles
But came out my past when I moved through that rubble
A Girl? Had a baddy we fucked and we cuddle
She cry on my shoulder its forming a puddle
But

Tell me you feeling it
I wanna hear what you would do
The things that I should do
When I go to make moves
You watching like news crews
Come give me

You Better
Move
Haters wanna see me
Lose
Can't walk a mile in my
Shoes
They wanna see me wit the
Blues
I'm fucking bitches by the
Two's
Her pussy

wanna cry, cry, cry 
What did I do to win a girl like you, my dreams came true this time 
 
CHORUS
You took me by surprise 	 
I see look in your eyes

Instrumental general, Money $quad emerald
I'm ballin' over here, don't care about your interviews
Men talk, girls too, but they know I'm one of the coldest

whatever that you wanna, babe
Don't know my name, just by the face
My day-to-day is make or break
Cause I could fade in any second, babe
I hate the man she

got my spine smothered
But I'll be fine brother - my mind hovers
above all you jive suckers wishin, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me, I'm

watch, and keys, give it all to me nigga
What's a job to a nigga, who wants to ball like the nigga
On the gram getting likes, from the girls thats his type