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the flavor's up and gone away
I can't go back to then
We gotta best by date
And I gotta bad taste in my mouth
Feeling stuck in a drought
'Cause we let it all go

by chance
Flip your coin or claim your cash
I just wanna go and make my craft
Third revision, raising class
Don't think I'm real
Tell me how you feel
I

they can see the light before they go into the light
But this about a day that I'm alive
I love you so much, I'm never gonna let you go, I don't care

not opps
And we got the antidote for all that hating
Imma doc with these shots we turn Niggas to patients
Heard he talk to the cops I can't give

split like a wig
Ian never been the type to throw a rock and go and hid

Still up on that gang shit
Niggas kno they'll change quick
Still up on that same

you wanna play with me, bitch
Motherfucker

Motherfucker
Chick
Just let it go
I'm sick

I lost my mind, can you tell me where to find it
Spend way too

tints move presidential
I might fuck round' bulletproof the SRT but still go spin
My bitch go to church on Sunday but by Monday she gon sin
Hop out

Mocha, let the lotion go, soak in your skin
I'm like, fuck everything, don't trust anything
Lyrics like dust in a blunt, plus ketamine
You get high when I

Da Last Outlaw

Young Bleed

My Balls & My Word

1998

let it go
And ain't no shootin' up at the moon
I'm tryin' to knock yo' ass up out the saloon
Cock, kaboom!
In a raccoon hat like Davy Crockett

[Intro:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah c'mon
What, what, what, what's good?
Yeah, it's Big Cee with Doc M-A-D y'all, let's get it, ah

[Verse 1:]
Yeah I'm

and run
I do this for fun, enrage Doc Banner, you’re done
Smashin’ through your nine-car garage
Crash the Rover, jack the Ac’ and stop by for a massage

baby, I don't wanna let you in, no-oh

I got caught out in the rain (the rain);
Never fall in love again, with you, with you, with you...
I got caught out

session, in every direction, let me point the ways
By way of my index, I pretend like I'm in text
So, I stereotype 6 rappers, and interject 5 spaces

of
Since abandoned by the stork on the porch
I've been forkin' fortune
Cuttin' the fat, the green greed growin 'round the seed
Urgently searchin for

get your kid an education
Just might get 'em killed
Frightened by the doom
So we fly 'em to the moon
Never let 'em play outside
We just hide 'em in

ways
And skipping education
Can't trust a soul
Don't know who'll fold
Cause niggas made like makeshift

Steady tryna let go
Get back control
Be on my

let's talk
Go by the book, and stick to the plan
Never see me looking at another man
It's no fun when it's all correct
Don't know why I've got my mind in

to the whole P dank
EA, Cam Groves, Lady E, Shane Reis, Doc Astro
O-O-O-O-Ock Cousteau, let it go, let it flow
S to the P to the O
Known to rock the show

on the sidewalk while the coppers watch
You need to listen when I talk, so pop a squat
Influenced by the one who finished off Papa Doc

My flow and his beat is

she sip a little wine before she go to sleep
She say it help her relax but nothin help her more than me (Woo)
Your chick is showing she Naughty by

omnipotence but ridiculed
But embraced by the fans
Pray to God for the power
To really make a stand
Now that knowledge overwhelms
We've become too far advanced

Stay solid young'n 
They want you to conform
Never let em see you sweat 
We pressed but not crushed

Mullah talk, D.O.C., you know me, how I be 
This

made this shit in perfect timing
Made a vow to never change
Never switching on the gang
For them I swear I let it bang
A lot niggas say they real until

you change
Man I'm taking off, a buck and some change, I'm mentally lost, Im stuck and deranged
Let go of the past, enjoying the pain, Im drinking