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Where Were All of You

Poor Old Lu

Seltzer

1996

like. Aggressive. Dreamy. Deep. Poppy. Something like all of that, but mixed up and jumbled around. This song is especially notable for the driving bass

Imaginate

The Former Fat Boys

Rocky Loves Emily

to 25 with some hair on my head
hate looking in the mirror after i get dressed
fuckin almost washboard abs ruined by washboard chest
i'm deep there's

Korean pin-up black ink tattooed forearms from the war
He won a purple heart medal, but never heard him peddle, the killin' he did with the Corps
So they

I could tell by your dress code you extra hoe
I guess the rap game's 'bout
Who flex the most
All these funny niggas with cloudy
Jewelry at these

Striking fear in the
Rear of my head interior I
Ain’t with rap squabbles
I just wanna be cheerier mostly
I’m a sad dude
Cause it’s my least valued currency

without Nas
We’d battle rap with proud guys
Chat shit about my mama
I’ma Catch you outside

Just a swarm of wild kids
We’d copy mobb deep in army outfits

the pieces
Bunna sipping, practicing tradition
Quietly observing, catching up and navigating
All that's in between worlds
My head high, the more I discover

and Riden the wave I'm the ocean
Head hoolie
Crashing kinda moody
So I double the dose keep Rollin is a movies
Scuse me scuse me
Who let you niggas in
don't

(Beretta go to your face uh huh)

Send yo ass to Hell with a spell
You're boring I can tell by your smell
You can't spell, you can't read
You can't

hit it before
She like the snake, she got a deep throat
I do it big like the height on my physical

Porn? No porn? Hell, no

We in this bitch shakin'

a changed nigga
Got different money
But im rollin with my same niggas
And im the head nigga in charge
Don’t get thangs twisted
Andand if yo spot ain't off

drummer, please
Smokin' rolled blunts, yeah
(Bang) , that ganjanese (Bang)
In the kush coma high, I can't even breathe
(Ah) when them niggas roll by
They

Heard he six feet deep im with the gang we high as hell
I be smoking on that gas you can tell by the smell
Gotta keep a glock on me when I go outside

Never

Angie Martinez

Animal House

2002

Nigga's wuteva...it's only the real that they recognize by the real
And since you don't recognize you know the deal
How I feel? I don't know emotions get

I'm riding on the 5.40
Taking people back home in the morning
Find a safe spot and curl up against the window
Thoughts forming in my head, i'm

I knew this song by that crew Mobb Deep
So I used it, my brother produced it, new shit
Set me up so I could flow like a cruise ship
And tell this

the street this shit keep getting deep (yeah)
I be staying in my lane so just keep me out your beef
And I'm praying for a change but they don't want to talk