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trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
last album, then I'm done with it
One hundred percent finished, fed up with it
I'm hanging it up, fuck it!
Excuse the cursing, baby, but just know
on the cadence of his tingling keys
Matter of fact he my favorite 'cause he tip me with E's
He got a cousin named David and I seen him last week
This is
I'm moppin' the floors with 'em, I keep tryna pass it
But they keep on droppin' the torch and it won't be long 'til this sport is O-V-
E-R, Just Blaze
Like the summer of love back in '69
You can say that I'm yours
But my body is divine
I belong to everybody that I walk by
Like hi, hi
I'm the master
them enough
Em cmaj7 d
I said hey no more excuses it's time to get tough
Every step is another chance every moment slips through our hands
Every kiss is
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
reach a level where no music is put over mine
Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D
Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D
What does it mean to keep
Hey, Em, it's Paul
Uh, I was listening to the album
Good fucking luck, you're on your own
Guess who's back, back again?
Shady's back, tell
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
Cómo te puedo complacer
Dime te ofrezco algo 'e beber
Quizás no te haya dicho esto antes
Pero es que yo no me atrevo a preguntarte
Cómo
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
One more time for y'all, y-y-yeah, huh
If you didn't know you know now, OutKast, Stankonia
We shittin' on e'rybody talkin' that bullshit
Now
give a fuck that's my excuse and I don't need an audience around for me to let loose, you let loose I catch you then I stretch you, album front ya do
talkin' 'bout nothin' with a flow so disgustin'
Ashtray by me that I gotta dump my guts in
Need substance, feed it to the public
No one gon' touch it
let me introduce myself my name is Mr. Russell Jones
Excuse me for that one I had to let that one low ah
And tonight, you're going to see that you
.
Right back up in your mothafuckin' ass
9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up
D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs
Smoke some with your Dogg
No
motherfuck Snoop, motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' G's in
up to his dome
Two assistants, two bank accounts, two homes
One problem, even with the O's on his check
The po-po stop him and show no respect
"Is
to remember
I can tell by the way you shake it
Aww now
Baby, you ain't gotta front if you want me
All you gotta do is come get me
Shorty cause I want
blind
All I feel is her throwin' it back
And I'm lovin' that
I'm so caught up in the moment
Ain't no holdin' back, never that
Mami, ain't on E
But I got
the rain is pouring,
Please is no disrespect to whoever your man is though,
This relationship is strictly musical like D'Angelo,
I know you hate Babylon
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