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Buttermilk Biscuits (Keep on Square Dancin')

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Swass

1988

Mix-A-Lot's our here rappin' about biscuits now)

We from L.A. to the Carolinas
Dip them suckers in Aunt Jemima
Don't make a difference what food you make
Use

Everything I Love

Nas

Press Play

2006

Grassino, 
Went from scraggly old clothes to the illest fashion, 
And realest rappin',
Pablo bath on the scene, won't go back to no green,
Strictly paper

I'm on this fuckin gang shit
I'm on this fuckin mob shit
Livin in Mochis
Sabes que es así

Rappin laika mdfkin pimp
Como juicy j, lo sabes prim
No

in, what if I wasn't rappin'?
Fiend for that ecstasy, couldn't keep from relapsin'
Bring out the best of me or be a distraction, uh

If I tell my

one time and forget her
Sweat when we fuckin', work out like it's fitness
We ain't goin' steady, try not to catch feelings
She tryna start rappin

Friends don't call
My phone don't ring
I don't get a break with anything!
(Whatsamatta rodney?)
Ah death, where is my sting?!

It's just Rappin

Solo Power (Syncopated Soul)

Salt-N-Pepa

A Salt With a Deadly Pepa

1988

on 



And that, my friend, is the meaning of a rap song 



Keep your shirt on, don't lose the buddies 



If I ain't done rappin' yo, Spin, keep cuttin'

And showing ya
Half these rappin' ass niggas is lames (Hey!)
When I did it
You know I done it the best
Sit back and just hold ya breath, and just hold ya

psychotic 'bout this shit, ain't just rappin'
Niggas pullin' robberies in this bitch, we ain't just trappin'
If another body drop, the feds might just

I'm Kool Moe Dee

Kool Moe Dee

Kool Moe Dee

1986

of that cold cash to spend
Consider rappin as a competitive sport
And we're all enemies on the court
But when the game is over I'll shake your hand
Give ya

rappin', I'm ready, I can dig scrappin'
But I can't dig that backstabbin' (oh no)

Now brother getting ready, that's a fact
Get ready you, mother, for

If I wasn't rappin', baby, I would still be trappin', baby
Comin' down off sippin' 'Techs, boppers on me, hella crazy
New Mercedes for my baby, 2022,

Everybody everybody claim they bout rappin
Everybody everybody claim they bout trappin
Everybody wanna claim that they bout action
Everybody wanna

Tryna make it off this music
Tryna make it off the rappin man
Gotta get it poppin
But it is what it is
Still work a nine to five
Tryna get by
Until

You never catch me on the mic rappin' a dance tune
I like it kind of mellow with the sound of the bass boom
The style is mine, I've been doing it for

el Ibarra
soy el ácrata que ejecuta todo azul 
y mato al dueño de Pulp
tengo la culpa, tengo la pulpa
don't pago tu multa
your niggas be rappin'
my

Grab the bottles and the gas man we finna turn Up Fasho 
All I had was my rappin and flows 
I didn’t have no where else to go
I’m tryna go cross

them killers
Ten Glocks, three hundred shots, crib, thirty mil'
Fifty M's, but I'm still playin' dirty still (I am)
Lil' homie rappin', but he really

came, for real
Fuck me twice, I came Chanel
I do not like rappin' with these rappers, they be playin', for real
And I do not be playin', for real
I

Chef trip cook a boulder over the shoulder
With the wonders with they
Hands in pot holders soloist get rolled over
Rappin' Noyd takin' over you crossed

with slaps that's rappin'
I bet he don't want no clashings
The LV pouch on chest is just for fashion, niggas just actin'
Are you dumb or stupid?

Money movin' in and out, thank God for rappin'
I got big dreams and I'm trynna make it happen
I had big problems but I left 'em in the past tense
Moving

God's Fiddies in my hat
I got the track on the back of the track
And I worked through my struggles
Like I'm Das Cash with that cat
Yo, I'm rappin

Chillin with My B****

T.I.

Urban Legend

2004

I'm far away from rappin'
Bumpin' Prince, Sade, or some Marvin Gaye perhaps, I
Put up my blues, put on some tailor made slacks
Some wing tip shoes,