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Sweet Transvestite

Unlinked Artist

The Rocky Horror Picture Show: Sing It!

1995

How d'you do, I see you've met my faithful handyman
He's just a little brought down because when you knocked
He thought you were the candyman.

too hard
We out in public being stars
I would just take you to my whip
Fucked a bitch, flipped a car
Ridin slab, sipping bar
I heard it from a G before

with nothin, y'all be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin, never happen
I'll be forever mackin
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion

abused and misused
Always played for a fool
My heartbeat's quiet and bruised
Die or live by gripping a tool
So much pain infused
Streets never play by

feelin' good cus my cars looking good
And you'd think I'm a lumberjack by how I'm always grippin' wood
Seats cornbread I'm sittin' on that jiffy
Best

Dripping thru the lane
And we looking fantastic 
Gold by the packet 
Ripping off the plastic
Back in my domain we about to make a classic
Beat going

Stuck in an ice cube
Watchin' the days go by

Frozen retro static

Lacin' my mind

Cabin fever just hit, post-trip

Another first class ticket

cause I'm

the abstract
Leak a whole world of knowledge
Ode to the brain that's been polished by the velvet cloth of the giants
Roaming the earth way before the dawn

Mail, mail, mail
Mail, mail, mail
Mail, mail, mail
Mail, mail, mail

Mail, mail, mail
Uh, send it by ground or send it in the air 
Uh, I don't give

Pourin' Up

Bun B

New Kid on the Block

2006

those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in

Pourin' Up

Pimp C

Da Bottom Vol. 9

2006

those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in

Pourin' Up

UGK

Drank Epidemic, Vol. 2

2006

those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in

real
Worried about
If a nigga gon outshine they ass
Ask me if been to give it
Cause they sound like trash
Oh if I mark my words
If I ain't dead by now

Ain't listen to a thing you said
You talking backwards
All these actors sicken me
I be throwing up after
Living my life in disaster
Risking my soul by

I'm sitting in my slab, getting swaddled by the streetlights
Got that thing on my lap, cause a lot of you niggas live in shite
I was raised different,

The scenery is constantly unfolding 
Though every slab of asphalt looks the same 
And I feel like I could step out on the shoulder 
And greet every

nobody do it betta
And ima end by sayin its Pimp c fo eva fo eva
Southside love I said I need it all da time all da time yea
Fill my cup I said you stay up

But Im solid like a motherfucking slab of concrete
My loyalty will beat your ass and send you to your knees
Breaking down cause I can't take no more

way to survive is, is just to
live
My life day by day, in the way I only should
So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good
To the good that

Monster Mash

Sha Na Na

Greatest Hits

1997

I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from the slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise

coupe topless, capricorn by my toe
Richest skinny on my hips, Louis on my toes

[Hook - Slim Thug/LeToya]
I hear your money talkin but you ain't loud

now
He goin' send it by the slab
When I was young shit I thought myself I ain’t have a dad
So I hit the block wit all of my bros to get to a bag
In

to escape to
Still I rise
Still I Rhyme
These words to escape to
Just let my mind fly
To pass the time by
Trains out the side lines
Liquor destroying my

a tossie wa try me I'll leave their soul in a slab
From the southside already know that we bad
Left the leaches to Allah
Ka I'm working on my agg
Sa ca fet