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cah I'm taking it too

Tonight ima catch me a paigon or two 
Jump out run down ima make him a zoot
Think you know me but you aint got a clue 
Man

tripping on property taxes
Get up out the hood with suburban trapping
Spitting lyrical exchanges with superb tactics
You gonna jump with the nerves happen

just need some healing
Dealing with the lamest niggas, in her head thought he was different
This nigga ain't even got a mind, he ain't doing shit for you

Booty Wurk (One Cheek at a Time)

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Booty Wurk (One Cheek at a Time)

2011

following you, sweating you
I can't believe I'm doing what I'm doing
What is wrong with my head?
Go ahead, 'cause baby I like how you working it
I'm watching

pullin' me over
I am not a rapper
I promise you I'm a soldier block jump
Smack stupid hard 'cause we got boulders
Usalama on me whenever a nigga roll up
Had

"Hi! This is D-Cup Debbie
I'm here with Son Doobie
Yo, Son, How do you like your funk?"

"I like my funk x rated like I like my sex"

I like my funk

like a bong cause i Get cake like that
She did me wrong what are you on i do not play by That

I don't want love, just pass me the 8th
Gimme a hug,

you didn't hear it by this point
You a little late
People off the list can't participate
When we in the place
(Uh)
Now we both parallel
Livin in

ain't no stray, I'm just making my marks
I mean what I say, you Gs coming off soft
That was mean, what I meant to say is you're trying to hard
With all

Don't Do That [Amended Album Version]

Saigon

Entourage: Music from and Inspired by the Hit HBO Original Series

rite here with the nation

We live in a place where babies are born addicted to base
If you get arrested you likely to get kicked in your face
A lot

pumping She give me neck on the function.
He a bitch he got tripped by the ukkhaz I been in and out from the jail like a locker With my Son and you know we

switchin' the lanes
I pull up in states and go crazy
If you didn't know I'm Marvin Baby
No credit card? I got your lady
Yeah
Piece of the pie I leave you

pussy boy shut up
And run it up
We jump straight off the porch
You just double Dutch
With the gang you know they ain't no one on ones
From the bottom
We

Quality Control

Cut Chemist

The Litmus Test

2004

Blow
Finesse, from SP to Casio

Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood

in the community 
And also to see that the status quo is kept in tact

Tell me what's your occupation 
With all of this time and resources you wasting

the sink
Ooh, baby gon' steal all my fleek
Money machine finna beep what do you mean?
I still designer my jeans
I wanna flood out my rings
Still got my ho

the jump
Imagine you fucking me now, how you run into that luck
Baby I hit in a day, I can not make you my wife
How can you say you my brother, n***a ain’t

Britney
Told her hit me hit me hit me baby one more time
You a nine add a one and a zero that’s a twenty one
Where that booty from
Make that booty jump
This

we chop life na no go suffer from ulcer
Anyway baby have it your way
Wetin you carry got me carried away
See as bootty just dey jump kris kross
No be

shoulda told you don't jump in them
Streets it ain't a game I might fuck around crash out you better
Stay in your lane Cause this fire it ah burn your ass

and Pop's displaced by these giants
And still die tryin'
Every time that they fight it
In the end, it's our health
But you speaking in theory
Incremental

that I make mark make em remeber my name 
See rittenhouse birthed me 
Trinidad raised me 
I'm married to these streets but I'm still my momma baby
I do

Bag on me, I get money for brunch
Price on his head get that little nigga touched
Talking that loud, Glock make you go hush
Girl I'm a freak, you

the rouse
Not a lot got to do
With what you frogs is probably doing there
Now listen up my pup brings the doom
Like its more fun for food
If tin fingers get