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There's a dead boy in my room
He's turning cold, his lips are blue

We were strangers
We knew the dangers
We didn't care
All too familiar
I didn't

We Got That

Warren G

I Want It All [Clean]

1999

last when I'm firing
Dyin' in the blood you lyin' in
Went from the full house to the raw house
To niggas tryin' to rip my draws out
Try it now,

the strange woman
From the stranger which flattereth with her words
For at the window of my house I looked
Through my casement

And beheld among the simple ones

they all on the bean
broads talkin loud, and all talkin bout
'we tired sittin in the house, when we going out?'
'ay shut the fuck up for a second, where

Rollie on my wrist brighter than my future is
Shorty standing there ass fatter
Than Rasputia is i play for the dream team
Hang out with the coolest kids

Big For Your Boots

Stormzy

Big for Your Boots

2017

the road in my socks
Like who's gonna stop me? You? Him?
Weed in a cigarette, blue slims
Don't be an idiot, move smart
I've been killing it, new king

Yay Deep

B-Legit

Southwest Riders

1997

Ha, ha,
South,
West,
Riders,
South,
West,
Riders.

(*E-40*)

Huh! Rockin an rollin, like the car was stolen,
On my way to see my weebles up in deep

Ladies and Gentlemen, Bobby Darin!
Thank you.

Cats and Rabbits
would reside in fancy little houses
and be dressed in shoes and hats and trouses
in

Solomon Jones

Rjd2

Magnificent City Instrumentals

2006

we drank to his health
And the last to drink was big bad Solomon Jones

Now there are some G's
Who just run the streets
And they live life in and out

the world's on fire but there's glitter on the floor
My heart's beating too fast tonight
But you would never guess
I'm a house on fire with a porchlight by

change to win
Brought it to you I didn't sang to friends
How the fuck you letting strangers in
Accountability gonna make niggas fold
Tried to blemish my

My demons meet me at night 
They hold the torch of God
A knot tied by angels' hands
Makes me fall on my own land

and I felt so insecure
there is mud

you got on that flight
now there's nothing I can do I
its those Ain't Got Enough
Windshield Washer Fluid Blues

Sound was pounding in my head
Twisting

blues

Well there's never been much to see in Prairie du Chien
But your silhouette is golden from lights you had woven through the evergreen
Now your

Stranger, unblemished illusions to cherish

But shattered by flaws
Forsaken my heart
Stranger, unblemished illusions to vanish
I fall behind you

Can't

in the glass house when it's dark
You reveal yourself to me like some kind of alibi, 
when your face is just a stain on the dockside

You're always

my plug was jemery lin
Mike Bibby ot they driving passed the Tenn
They just tryna get them blues off Bobby bland
Duke was slidin base but he aint make

this old house has a beating heart for two
Then its chambers can restore me to you
Until then
I will sit here in my October blues
If by spring you have

Walk in Gutta

Redman

Red Gone Wild: Thee Album

2007

ATTACK like a blue-nose pit off gunpowder (yeah)
And love to soup the beef up just like clam chowder
With my Squad in the house, we misbehave
Get drunk

that night was over
I'd seen the depths of despair
And the edge of ecstasy
In a house on a hill somewhere

There were so many in that place
I thought how

canal was as bland as the saltiness I lived on
I embarked on this trip hoping to confront a wildness I sensed caged in my chest, but spent more time

rely on the stuff dreams are made of
Can't hold my breath till I'm blue
The house made out of bricks turns to powder
Falling two by two
Looks like

must be true

And I know that there's a child in you
Who goes by many names
I still hear him crying in the night
You tore him from the only truth
That

call me Gargamel
(Gargamel) blues in my jeans, gang, gang
No I’m not a Crip i gotta chill
Need a cooling kit to cool me off (Off)
This that Gram House