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wanna ride, be by your side
I - I won't say it twice, everything nice, sugar and spice I - I
Yea this is just a starter
Know I'm fucking with you heavily

ball, my breath starts stinkin'
I gotta get my girl to rock that body,
before I left, I hit the Bacardi
Pulled to the house, get her out of the pad

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Yes Sir, I Will

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


*
Words sometimes

though
Her vulnerability hasn’t always been easy to
Come by "I was scared
When I was younger to talk about
Certain topics because there are
A lot of people

get past
It won't last cause the moment move fast better
Choose quick and figure out to rock it
One thing for sure is time ain't stoppin
They say with

Hot Shit

HAWK

HAWK [Chopped and Screwed]

shit that rock shit, that make you drop your top shit
That got the game on lock shit, that make you body rock shit
That make you shoot your glock quick,

Andre N Andre

Mac Dre

A Tale of Two Andres

2008

wu-tang boots
Wit a back like a cobra cursed by the mail
My manicured nails touch a triple beam scale
Baby is a athlete body like a star
Ya talkin real bad

the diamonds dancing like uzi doot-doot
These bitches bodies Betty Boop-Sha-Boop
And I'm cold
Bitch, you bet I know this Jedi rogue
I pull up in a red beam like

clutch see
triplenine he was born with clutch genes
triplenine got his .9 so don't touch jeans
by the way here's a sidenote i be moonwalking feel like

on Chris Farley that we'd be a little tardy 
But now that we're here we gone move some girl's bodies
Cause my ladies in the Rock love to sip on some Ciroc

on Chris Farley that we'd be a little tardy 
But now that we're here we gone move some girl's bodies
Cause my ladies in the Rock love to sip on some Ciroc

Blood Type [Street mix]

Queensbridge Finest

DJ Hotday Present Lost & Unreleased Instrumentals

2007

inside of the livest niggas
Art of War was designed by the wisest killas
Wrote the thug book, only the truth get spit
Took my hooks like you wrote that

feelings
And even though mami was mad appealing
Body revealing and big wheeling
This shit is illin, I don't like it
Fuck it, I can't fight it
I reaching for

the land you get ate by coyotes
He say he steppin' he gone have to show me
Don't post at my store with no motherfuckin' Rollie
My shooter gone shoot give

step a foot in the set
'Cause if he do, he get rawed, we strip his jewels off his neck
'Cause he ain't totin' no Uzis, he ain't no droppin' no bodies

finna rock out a show, uh
No you not my gang, you not my twin
Yeah, you not my bro
Big bands, bro be punching shit, he got quick hands
I'm a rich man, try

you and left, 
Stranded on the block, abandoned buildings, 
Stung by the rock, 
She ain't pop the lock
Nowadays she in a pine box

She don't go by

I'm still smokin' that dope
Self control? Yo, hell no, no, like Bill Cosby, I don't
I'm the GOAT, I make money, I rock clothes, I fuck hoes
I just

had you killed
Should of seen you moan you must love the new feel
Had the Zoolander face giving you the blue steel
Girl you make my woody rock make it

A Story for Supper

Lydia

This December; It's One More and I'm Free

Now it's understood, it's finally kicked in. 
And as we stop by this gathering of fire at the rocks, 
I've forgotten all your world and here's to one

you[00:24.51]I don't need any friends[00:25.38]Do this shit by myself[00:26.14]Work alone[00:26.51]I be lone like a wolf[00:27.57]There is someone among

Gimmie the Mic

Trae

S.L.A.B., Vol. 3

2006

I can wreck that hoe
It's Jay'Ton, in this bitch with that boy J-Mo

[T2]
I'm J'd up, you can tell by my clothes
I'm iced up, cause my whole body

Hey mamasita, mamasita
Hey mamasita, mamasita
Hey mamasita, mamasita 

Rock my body next to your body
Like it when you whisper words, get naughty
‘Imma

sayin'?
H.C.P we fixin' to rock this, we did it again, you know what I'm sayin'?

[Crunchy Blac]
Let me tell you a lil' somethin' real
Around here a nigga