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Old Yellow Moon

Rodney Crowell

Old Yellow Moon

2013

Of an unknown highway

We are
Following stars
Way cross the sky
Round an old yellow moon

[Chorus]

We are
Counting the stars
Out in the night
Round

Tribute to the 5th Brother

RZA

Protect Ya Neck Collection, Vol. 1

the enemy, AWW!)
Fuck that..

[9th Prince]
Yo, yo, sorid comics, swallow rhyme toxics
Psychotic logic, insane explosives like bottle rockets
The 9th Prince

Soldier out notebook no stop notification's broken network
Errors I am suspicious there's saturat' doses fixed by tolls's
Broken networks on my mind

Life is a like a wheel that turns
Every time it rolls, we learn
Cycles come and cycles go
Well by now you ought to know

Make a lot of turns you see

quicker now
Than it ever has been

Chorus

She’s a highway
Never been my way
She’s a highway
By this hotel

Concrete floors
Piled ten or more
You gotta take

I just left New York, with the work
Baby bottle lean
Never cut me short I like my
Bands and my ounces green
When she see that wrist work
Bet that hoe

Green sky this time your trouble is a half-mile wide
Green, Green sky hold your breath and it might blow by

Now he's a double-clutching weasel a-grinding

dukes says that my sound is lemon-peppery, 
Shoutout to Ross, make the haters criss-cross, y’all smiles be gritty, in need of some floss, upgrading my

the boulevard
When I bounce rocket skater
Ima crawl like a gator, got my grill
Let me come through pint bottle steady sealed
Sittin in my vault, cases got caught

the boulevard
When I bounce rocket skater
Ima crawl like a gator, got my grill
Let me come through pint bottle steady sealed
Sittin in my vault, cases got caught

hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck with forty
Dollars in the club
Fuckin' up the game, bitch, it gets no love
She be cross country,

Holidae In

Snoop Dogg

Now, Vol. 15

2004

Just bring the liquor; there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro,

that you told
Sitting in this traffic tryna find my way home
Balling on the highway like a bowling ball
Crying like a baby, guess I need a bottle

I'm

I know it's been some time since we put out the flame
But every night feels like I'm haunted by your name
I got my head on straight and I've got

'em by the wrist
He does his pulling with his eyes
He does his talking with his fists
Bottle rockets on an August night
Raid the coolers in

the bottle
Kingkaiimusik go follow
Got the automatic all gas no throttle
Got no jumper but im still ballin
Got no jumper but im still ballin
Keep one three

Everybody High in the club
Everybody bottles full of Bubb
Everybody showing mad love
Everybody High in the V.I.P.

Everybody High in the V.I.P.

bottles
Play ya cards right
Cuz lido's got them rachets
That like to swallow

I turnt that bitch into local strokers
U niggas are joker's
Watch the drip
I

Hakuna Matata Hakuna Matata
I need me a model to pull up and swallow
She bringing them bottles she goin full throttle
I never had a dollar til I got

Ginger ale ice cubes and a bottle of rye
Ain't got no rocket science needs no plastic surgeon
When she lays on her back she pokes a hole in the sky
She's

Pocket full of beans and a bottle of Patrón
Pour it for me
Rolling 30 deep but I'm feeling all alone
Feel so lonely
If I plant these beans, just how

Through the empty bottle he can see it clear 
Success is near he can feel it close 
But his dreams are haunted by Talia’s ghost 
He’s asking why

Whar

RZA

Afro Samurai: The Resurrection

2009

white rap, just some foil like Chiclets
Never had a wife, you better settle for the mistress
The truth like Al Capone dying from the syphlis
Cross me,

And life was a breeze
Life was a breeze 
Blown in every direction 
Blowing every direction 
By ninety degrees
 
When they turned me to stone 
I