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warriors
West coast whistles, death to accordions
My words are Jericho missiles flying out of the orient

Recording life as it's passing me by
In each

The Heats coming from a fast
At fire to my words
Where the West every time you hear that we roll
So you know how it goes.
I'm a favorite Secrets he

don't mistake it
So it makes sense
Had a daughter 
No mistakes when
She was Summa cum in a place built by slaves
How you survive in a place built

dick 
What's the difference between west and eastside? 
The ring finger 
Y'all make kinda the same music mates 
Just go figure 

Words speak, but not

I'm in backstreets
Up in that west side
Did it by all night yea
Did it all for me
Ya it's all
But it's all for me
Did it for myself yea it's all for me

From Compton With Love

(Intro)
I can tell you about a story of a rose that grow from Concrete
The chip cracks on the buildings & pavement represent

Stopping on Chene to see rosé I need a box of em
He throw me a lighter every time just because I shop with em
But since I'm east I call up P he got these

grows red roses
We got thorns, you feel the point of all those?
But there ain't no mob, nah it's just me
But I got seven or so personalities
Even alone,

pas les freins j’vais rouler jusqu’au Far West
En écrasant quelques femens sur le chemin 
J’ai trop d’flow j’suis dans la fête 
Pour info j’suis kalashé

In disbelief I still can't believe my baby mama 

You had my heart for 7 years but you was Jeffery Dahmer 

No Calisthenics by myself I had to work it

Days of wine and roses,
They say dried up, I’m too old for this,  
Like it’s over with.  
I understand all you say, even when you close your lips,

Troublesome Girl

Cory Branan

The Hell You Say

2002

never would have supposed that your sweet yellow rose
Could've up and wilted so soon
Good-bye Abilene I leave my everything
To the care of the West Texas

You're the Top

Harry Groener

Cole Porter: A Musical Toast

1997

You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart

The world sees the apocalypse as a
Mystic cryptic message of doom
The first four seals are represented by four
Riders on four different coloured

walk in the park 
Might yutes a fool, My gyals a tart 
In the west and I just link bro by the zart
Look pon the stance, You know everything sharp

my game in the west side, piru
Keep your head straight, these streets'll misguide you
Keep a nine nowadays when I ride through (ride through)
'Cause

could just read for the part (wrong movie)
So many times I've been searched and ID'd by the narcs (I'm clean, officer)
I've been on the wrong side

mothafuckers be juggin' just to get by
You can find me and my homies on the West side
Yeah you know that that's right
Yeah, and I ain't never been a lick
I

to the day:

The moon sat peaceful in the West the
Sun sent emissaries to herald it's approach
And gradually he rose
To beam across the sky at his sister sent

rare over by Cherson, Cherson,
we calcify fathers here below
a watery cross, with weeds
entwined
This grins restoredly,
 low sleep
Wave
Oh, no,
shush

my fucking doubts
Why you wanna act that way?
It won't get you nowhere
Teacher said be back by 2
You still fucking chilling
Yeah, going west, going

Aye
Take the horse to the river, you can't make it drip
I see the fake in your eyes, you can't make a dream
Mind's deep, ahead of time by far

Controlling Los Angeles like we own it
Don’t be fooled by the lights
Never seen Paradise more like a pair of dice
Shit, I’m gambling my life away
Hustling,

somebody else
I'm really out here on my own, blowing smoke, I'm all by myself
Nah really it ain't nothing I'm just blunted with no fucks to give
I lost my