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you be on the bleachers
I got your girl in my arms thats why you never see her
Every time we in the bed she says you never treat her...
Right
Gimme

Just chillin'
Homies by my side, daisies in my head (In my head)

cin't got no Valentine, cin't got no Valentine
cin't got no Valentine, cin't got no

promise I'm never defined by the digits
Never defined by the critiques
This ain't a spiritual, lyrical, miracle rap
Why in the fuck would I ever do that?

of how these bitch niggas tripping
And how y'all give these passes to these snitches
Neigbourhood Crippin
Dogg Pound Gangsters in the building
I'ma treat

until you fall, on Judgment Day you gonna crawl
Don't get me wrong shortie, I know you runnin from the call
That's why I'm prayin for you, Dogg, you can't

started pacing in anger by what they did to my brother
Why can't we live in a world where we all love one another
Why them crackers always thinking that

music playing loud
I'm Pharell Happy let the problems walk out
Heading to the radio I got angels by my side
Love surrounds me everywhere, DJ please no

And we ain't smoking gas my homies smoking celery
Yes I wanna be the greatest with a grammy on my shelf 
Watch me make a couple mil and know I made it by

losing our minds
We got to get out the hood
We are getting mugged by the people
That we have been with at school
Homies turning to the drugs
Looking jaded

box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about, you just tweet a lot

Smokin' on your album, puff puff, I'm a rasta
This ain't even pressure, you ain't

to be made, shorty go grab a rake
Make it rain so much that I might just go build a lake
Yeah I feel like Rick and Morty, ‘cause I'm super rare
If y

a better album than blue face in two days

Did it by myself for so long I forgot how to ask for help
Need enough money to swim in Michael phelps
Y'all been

Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,

why i feel the same
I say im good but the truth is thag
Im not okay
My homies closest to me are the ones i call a blade
Aint that a shame
I hope these

KNC gon' turn it up baby
Y'all don't know about this one

Sippin' in the basement not no Wock it's pure gray goose
Shorty tried to take the klock

Odyssey

Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past is catching up

zone looking like jay-z when he in album mode
Just way better my homies lets go get this paper together 
And if you spitting in this building put your

chere 
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere 
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas 
But being homophobic could kill your career 
So I switched

You Got It

Jodeci

Diary of a Mad Band

1993

Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci 
Let's go

So many times I excuse shit
People watch my life like a movie
They will never get a full clip
My album name is my middle name
This a side of me that

Late Night

2Pac

Suge Knight Represents: Chronic 2000 [Clean]

1999

buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' n****s known for tellin' b****es f*** it in the late night

"Last

Police radio signals sayin' that a 187 land on your corner
Coroners comfort your mama
"Mama he's dead", the next morning I toasted up with my homies
We

screamin'
No Limit soldiers

One, two, three and to the four
Snoop Doggy Doggy, Dr Dre is at the door
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
'Cause

Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used