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hips
Shake they rumps, bass thump
Believin they could fly by the way you jump, player, uhh
Hip-Hop mayor, fat rhyme sayer
From the Boogie Down

back
I might need some fucking bras to help me hold up all these racks
You should know my life revolves around a fucking pistol
And I know that all these

Ubangi Stomp

Jerry Lee Lewis

Nuggets

1977

rockin' time with the chief's daughter May
I was makin' a time and a-gettin' to know
Then the captain said, son, we gotta go
I said that's alright, you

All alone in dat four cornered room damn

What you know about sacrifice
How would you feel if I stated errthang ain’t black and white
What you know

do you greazy, just be careful who you call friends
That's my brother if I'm sinning, then he gone sin
Them my brothers, if  I'm winning then we all

through the losses
Gridin' for a purpose, and the purpose is my daughter
Trust me, you get slaughtered, lyrically or physically
Family stuck in poverty, so

I'm made new

Took wine from some water
Made new sons and new daughters

Took wine from some water
Made new sons and new daughters

Ain't no reason in

the why
You had to die
Without ever bequeathing
That Irish jab to your daughter's son
Not even for fun
So I walk around with a chip and a wince
Praying I'll

All alone, alone again
I lose my mind, I lose my friends
There is no end in sight here
Waking up’s a bloody nightmare
You’re not alone, we’re in your

when they say oohh, you yo daddy son
I'm glad i never had a son
Shit i'm glad i never had a daughter
They prolly say that i'm a deadbeat babyfather (Why)

the army my sergeants is over there sending me orders
Let's meet in the Quarters, tell me what you wanna start up
You can be my daughter's mother or you can

I like weed that's fresh off the boat
Make you sit down after a toke
And some people might say that I boast
Blame the shine on the grind that's all

don't know what I did do
I know that I tried to prove to you to never give up
Even when you're all alone and you're out of luck
Face up to the sky you

My sons and daughters how much I love you
The scars on my hands I bled for you
Do you know what it took so I could have you
This is what it took

Hey yo, it's me again, Tasha, daughter of a rasta
Get this money quick and we spend it even faster
Tell all my homies, mi casa es su casa
Tell all my

Christo
Man, almost forgot all the shit I said
Let me do that shit again trap
Real trap nigga comin' through your speakers
You hear me

It's 'bout

be making daughter's proud 
Dedicated to the scrounge
Medicated by the pound
Waiting for a lounge
Tryna rest before he's out
Said he's saving for

ovulate
Got sperm filled nuts cuz I don't ever masturbate
Public enemy #1 of all contraception
Put in front of me a nun, you're gonna get conception

Some

Understanding my greatness
Was hard you just a lady
To little boy
Plus you had little joy
provided when we had nothing
Feelin all destroyed
All we want is food

it come to mama love
Shit, it's all tied up, dried up
Cried out and her daughter can't get none

Don't you cry for me, don't you cry for me
'Cause

Go to Sleep

Radiohead

Go to Sleep

2003

Something for the rag and bone man
Over my dead body
Something big is gonna happen
Over my dead body

Someone's son or someone's daughter
Over

Go to Sleep

Radiohead

Hail to the Thief

2003

Something for the rag and bone man
Over my dead body
Something big is gonna happen
Over my dead body

Someone's son or someone's daughter
Over

fault
Your kid’s a spitting image of you, opinions and all
So if your son or daughter’s being racist
Then that’s because that’s how you raised ‘em
Every

a eye on your daughter
I think about her often Jose you're always my brother
Rest in peace to my granny Maimie I'll always love her
Rest in peace