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us, you can call me Tanzanite
This is how we like to do it, mix the Casa with the sprite
The best coast is the one opposite of the one on the right
I

to turn up
So when the moments right
When darkness falls
Its time to blow out
You know wen the moments right
Niggas talk and niggas envy
But they dont know

strait home from school 
And could never go outside and play
That lil’ punk ass boy, I always told him he wasn’t
never gon’ blow up in this shit
But he

F*** the Ying Yang Twins

Ying Yang Twins

USA (United State of Atlanta)

2005

blow up in this shit

But he still wanna be in this shit
And he start runnin? with goddamn Kain
Like they were really gon' blow up bein? the Ying

that boy ole chank he had it like stiffed
I'm done with these classes I mimicked the limit Graduated school 
And run up this business and became my own

popular for good
Reason I'm good
Reason I stuck with the sound
I ain't playing like the rest who got free from it
I grew up on circuit boys and go go music

hard cant feel yo face
Rolln up on the weed man
Hook yo boy wit that 20 twin
No sticks no stems no seeds
Just some good sticky green weed
Thats all I

See man go pull up in the Benz me and ma bros
By this time wey you bed wani b3te no na mek) oh
We go gang up on them
Wani b3te na we leaving
Wani b3te

I.O.U.

Jimmy Dean

Country Spotlight

1991

and ears...all work done by hand.
And for the frequent dustin' of a small boy's pants
To try to make sure that you led a spotless life.
And for washin'

niggas a good time, by getting drunk in the stud'
Some niggas find happiness, with a blunt and a brew
They talented niggas, but they just need something

and settling shit

It’s fuck you cause ain’t even on what i’m on
Damn
Juney roll that shit up boy let’s get it the zone
Damn
I’m in a wide body kit
I can’t wait

Made Niggaz

2Pac

Supercop

1996

they got guns, they got weed 
Srg: 
I said let em go 
Cop: 
Alright 
You guys can go 
Sorry... sorry about the mix up 
You guys can go.

let's mix it
I swear you're good, I won't tell nobody ('body)
You got a BFF, I wanna see that girl, it's all women invited ('vited)
Hair do's

Charles Olivera
Ooo, ahh
Relax, relax
Jus breathe
Dis prime
Energy
Relax, it's Dad
You good, na I mean it you good
Look good, look great
Bad as fuck,

he love her on his mother
Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in the walls
And he diggin' in it like

the cut boy, running out of luck boy
Motherfucker
I'm what's up boy
With a tough ploy
Gonna blow up boy
When I come up get fucked boy
Like a fuck toy
Get

to the bank
Fuck that
I might just go to LA
Yeah
I just might go back to Vaeh
I fuck on that bit' cause her pussy was wetter
I count up the guap, boy I count up

Ghetto D

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

Never pay 

Pimp hoes for the pussy 

That's the 'Merican way 

Clean up ya dirty money to good money 

Cause legal money last longer than drug

(Dara got that fye fuck goin on)
(Darkspin tag) (Kilo tag)
(Ayo KG count it up)

I don't wanna talk
Ima pop a bean finna mix it with the wok
You not

the plain,dont get caught up in
your range rover,pullin over,on the westside highway shoulder,
nicca ill blow ya,like the windsheild,leave your mind

Bay throwback, I hits that up
And let you know where the reign is from
You ever heard of mixin whiskey with Jamaican rum? You get Biggie
Mix gin with

inspired by the type that keep on grinding
If i GO SAY SO, Let the whole world know, I mix hip hop with electro
dance to the rhythm, girl start wiggling,

Hold Up

Nelly

Murphy's Law

2003

want to handle her business
So I guess we'll be back when we finish

I don't want to leave by myself
(Boy, you ain't gotta leave by yoself)
Ooh..

nigga you fuck with
And I’ll expose your man
One up on him
And that boy a bitch
But I can’t expose my hands
You know this man
Love it when she spit