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a replica
Match the gas, pass that ass boy and it'll be scarin' ya
Got that blue on red, baby call it Captain America
Got that Chevy low, jacked up, drop

I wish I was with you
I'm in my basement with this extension cord
Staring at the floor
Feeling so torn
Tell her I'm sorry my lil baby daughter
I tried

In tha Hood

Big Pokey

Flow Masters Vol. 1

2006

[Yung Joc]
Let's see, the definition of a real nigga
Is about it by this motherfuckin' song right here
You know, it took two real niggas to collab

drowning in the flow, absorbed 
Emotions pouring from the bowels of my ocean floor
Water baby wading in brain waves, melanated 
The same shade as the stone

, burn him like a cigarette, then I flick it
That damage, I'm gonna inflict it, drop that seal in my cup, I'ma sip it
Give me that pack, I'ma flip it

alright
Until I found another nightgown in the laundry last night
 
And I could curse your name and fall to the floor
Or I could take it as a challenge

the club, you say it's up and its stuck, boy it is what it was
Nah I ain't lookin' for love, I had enough of that, baby, I'm just tryna fuck
She make too much

Zydeco

Look here, I might just take it down on yonder by the lake
To start the evening with a decent shot of whiskey
Cause tonight I'm gettin' dizzy yeah,

to day
Shittt, you gotta play to play
So he changed up
Pockets all banged up
They was having Good Times and he was John Amos
He said baby, lets make it

Paper on the floor, I gotta get me a rake
They want more and more, I gotta raise up the rate
Hey

Channel three murder scene, got him
Don't speak on that

lie, playing pretend
Pay me 'cause I'm rocking a tag
I ain't fucking with a ho
Look at my wrist and it's looking like snow
I'm in the drop top

eyes
And every time he roll by the girls like oh my

Chours

It's hot the way you roll
The way you rock your clothes
Pull up in the drop top slow
Fizzoo

(What it feel like hey)

Yeah
I see you watchin' how we move, and you excited
Don't be shook and we'll be righteous
"What it do?"
I'll tell you `bout

This is next mans estate and
I'm just anxious I need to get back to south
Just hold it down we're going to do business
Pick up the strap drop the money

Shut it in the morning
What I'm saying is important
When you be calling up my phone
It's your call I'm ignoring
I know that if I answer
You'll be here by

never get to shine, shine
Hey, Vinyl Blue in Green, Miles Davis CDs
I compose my sixteens
Before eighty-eight keys
The first time I did drugs
It was

Hey baby I miss you so much
Like I can’t wait for you to get back to Skies
And I hope you haven’t been messing with those H-town girls
Because

shit like this before
People actin' like I don't even exist no more
And this backstabbed dips when I hit the floor
I know you hated me, but what the fuck

Hell Rell
Yeah this sound like a movie right here
Well fuck it, here go the soundtrack
Bullets & Gunsmoke, Dipset

Verse 1
Hell Rell:
Now if we was

nigga
It's back to the block" ("Fuck that!")
Baby like, "Naw don't freak, it's just a game
We did this last time
It's the same ol' thang" ("Shit")
She

been coming on to me so strong
You wanna feel right so wrong
And I'm waiting for it
Your call

Baby I been waiting for a minute
Ain't too proud to admit

aroused, take a bow, she played her part, now it's time for Deez to execute

I'm on the roof, his baby mama just gave me the whole scoop, had her barking off

yeah & I got that flow yeah
Came from the floor yeah you can see the dirt yeah (dirt)
But it look like stripes now I like Prada tight now (tight)
I don't

baby hit my phone (Huh)
Like come through (Come through)
Pull up like what's the problem
Said I want you (I want you)
Drop the robe to the floor
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