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insane in the brain 
If you think this pussyhole can take my chain
Make man disappear like David Blame if you get in my lane 
Make a man run  like blood

boo, do you need another clue
I need a couple of blues, hand me the cup of douce, she thick just like it too
They wan merge my lane, but I be speeding

noggin split)
(Not as bad as Audio-)
G-g-gotta understand summ'
Every time we hoppin' in the booth we make an anthem (ANTHEM!)
Jordan in the lane

old feeling is still in my heart

I took a trip on the train 
And I thought about you 
I passed a shadowy lane 
And I thought about you 
Two or three

changing
I got too much money on my brain

I got too much money on my brain nigga ok
pull up Maserati off the lot, I'm switching lanes
I don't even own

the news They're calling it quits, that's not what
I choose They're hitting the strip, they're running
from blues I'm making my hits, I'm making my moves

I

Hey, yes you,
Why you lookin' kinda blue?
Do you wanna take a trip out of town?
It started with something
But I don't know
So I'm asking you to tone

Watch this, Man I think I got what you need
Better skip-skip If you love blue color in this bitch
I'm in this bitch cuz I'ma hottest Russian West Chief
Me

bitch
Niggas talking bout the old money, that shit past tense

I got blues in the right, pinks in the left pocket
Tell  me what you really need, I could

my own lane smoking
Flow unique no one can tell you that they own it
Or damn sure can’t clone it
Put me in a battle with anybody and I do mean anybody

a crash in my lane
Is when I have to grab the wheel and go ahead and get to swervin now?
Get to swervin
Yeah
Get to swervin now

Nah, I took a lil break

lane, watching my ways


Say whoa, whoa, uh (mmm mmhh)
No ohh! no ohh! ohh! (mmm mmmhh)
whoa ohh! whoa ohh! ohh (uuhhhh uhhhh)
whoa ohh! whoa ohh! ohh

I'm Stalin
These is blues, not ones in my Robins
If you test me, we gon' jump you, yeah, we mobbin
(Yeah, we mobbin)
Yeah, I'ma bring that pain
I just

time for, time wasters
He says cash is king
He lives and works in his stall
Selling pictures on Lark Lane
Talks to the paintings on the wall
Missing his

the king of the wild,
Now there ain't no chains.
Drag race in my streets,
Better change your lane,
You can take your shots,
I don't feel no pain.
Be afraid,

records on my belt
And I'm modest half the time
So you pheel better 'bout yourself
Nigga jumping in my lane
He got a song he wanna sell
Your bravado all

the entry 
Thought me and you 
Be together for a century 
Two man skull 
And we row like Henley 
But we capsized 
Left all high and dry 

In the deep blue 
It

Dance with a Pimp

Kevin Federline

Playing with Fire

2006

the truck,
Smelling good, and looking like 10 million bucks.

Blue Yankee hat on,
Red monkey pants on,
Fresh to death,
?cause I keep the latest fashion.

Spark

ribs and his six pack (gang, gang)

Big Rug' can fit in my pocket (big Rug')
Two shooters, same names, same noggins (same names)
Switch lanes

go nowhere ||cause baby your my highway,|sunny day  |wide open crazy Doin 180 |down a fast lane interstate |crankin (UP) tom petty in a rag top

είναι thick
Μπαίνω στο club πάνω κάτω είναι hit
Big drip στο λαιμό bling τα διαμάντια μου
Blue tweet τώρα στέλνω dick pic
Bixie βγάζω φράγκα απ' όλα

Well I backstroked through my high school years
Changing lanes and changing gears
Thought I was invincible
Thinking I could change the world
Cutting

we do it out here, out here – folk
That's how we do it out here, back forth – folk
Back screech out

[Ca$his:]
New Makaveli jeans, five Vicks, Blue

expired
12 years old and it's a damn shame
Layin' in the middle of the nearest lane, hah!
And it brings tears to my eyes, damn!
We got'em runnin' for their