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Been at this thing we was some youngins
Came from out the trenches turned nothing into somethin'
Live life like a fast break take off imma dunk it

track
Hit you in your ass crack
I blast that funky shit
Till its stinky like a crap shack
Pass that
Doobie over my way
I'm acing all these tests cause

cry out loud on instrumentals
Wish that I could have you back
You gave me a heart attack
Played it out all on the track
Now the train is coming fast
You

Looks like i'm on the road again
Got me holdin in
Racing thoughts
Forget me nots
Finding love within

Playin the same tracks back to back
Give it

my money, better have it right on schedule
I just heard the music you just sent me, you ain't nothing special
Yo bitch wanna suck me like mosquito,

the cops drive by
Wave our arms and shout ‘HI’ 
“WEEKEND’S FOREVER!”
Ooh - ooh -ooh - ooh OOH -OOH / Ooh - ooh -ooh - ooh 
""SING IT TOGETHER!""
Ooh - ooh

A natural, it's nothing to me
Yet these weak acts are everywhere like bums in the street
Taking over like a hunger for weeks
Untouchable like an underage muff

'Sposed to be here for a great time
Can't let them do me like King Von
By the way rest in peace King Von
Kill every track that I sing on

Aye

Dribble left

Disclaimer
The lyrics in the following track
do not represent all Chinese girls.
But they do represent the vast majority of
Chinese girls that Eric

I was already half-drunk 200 miles away
Man on a mission with nothing in my way
I've got a pocket full of money and a paper full of green
So I turn

through some tough times
Some days the sun don't shine
But we made it through all the dark nights
And I thank the Lord you're mine

Before you I was nothing

nothing to do
I'll take this spot at the top with my crew 
I had a motive and something to choose 
Yall only ambitions was only to lose 
Hazy and lazy I

crooketer by the second
No time for checkin’ possession of weapons, that intent to sale marijuana
Pardon your honor, I’d do it again
So swing your hammer

don't try
Aint nothing chill no lofi
Every body fast food like it's five guys
Smoking crossing the border plug got connection
Kaiserplatz junkies hit you

I've done it again
I've gotten lost in my head
It's best to stay away
My demons came out to play
I'm sorry
That I can't get things right
I need you

Then I stop to not lose track 
There’s a burnt field on my island
Decades keep on passing by
Deep rooted, weighing on the shoulders 
But still I go back

Its lil Daddy A Oh
A?
Shout out to Trap Door Daz for these banging drums
And my main boy Spikey for this sick track
Like sicker than me with an STD

Dope Game

South Park Mexican

SPM: The Purity Album

2000

Check one, check two, lets take a cruise
I done did the game every which way but loose
Nothing left to do except collect my cash
And I bet that ass

only track
Now I'm talking to the mirror once again I'm asking Is it end?
All is done and said

They don't listen to me
And they ignoring me
No one in

a glizzy I’ont gotta pump it
Fuck my fist up the blick y’all gon’ have to jump me
Off so many fuckin’ pills that they gon’ have to pump my stomach
Raised by

Bars crawling with life
People laughing like thieves
I fail to interact
Keeping track of my reflection in vitrines and passersby I shrink
Ignored by

Nothing to do on a rainy day
But watch the clouds roll away
As the droplets race a track made of glass
And my pick comes in last

Yes I know my drop

a must
I'm the flash with the Mac when I hop on a track, bitch I'm cockin' it back and I bust that
Full clip of a dick flyin' into your ribs if you fuck

changing on me
Fuck a, "homie"
But I been through that
As a matter fact
A plenty times
Tryna' take whats mine
Tryna' fuck my bitch
But I stood solid, when it