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One Mo Pound

Brotha Lynch Hung

Loaded

1997

"greenodine"
Ain't seen a block nigga since
But now I'm off that kill green
(Mothtafuckas ain't got no love for me)
(Niggas want to put some slugs in me)
So I'm

the reason why?

Because I think of you
Every minute in the day
And I think of you
And I cannot let that away
And it's Pretty Claire
It turns pretty everywhere

the reason why?

Because I think of you
Every minute in the day
And I think of you
And I cannot let that away
And it's Pretty Claire
It turns pretty everywhere

I float by
Call me if you maybe find the time
Hey buddy that's neat
Here's a deal I spit heat
For an ounce of my flavor
You beg and plead
When I'm

Pyramids

Common

Pyramids

2016

, close my eyes see my raps
My bio is feedback from what we need rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back
And come with that new black spiritual

Enough to reach us
Cannel affiliated my goons demonstrated
Finally got a reason for the
Dogs to celebrate it
Free lease by that cold old murta
Lot

the rainfall
She stopping my parade
We not in love but she make time
To write me notes that say
I just hope my baby knows
I'm coming home
Cuz I don't want

All my ice and all my trees, all my bitches in love with me
Rock star life, the life we lead, surrounded by rock stars
My niggas rocking gold like

You say you know my life…..
Hahahaha
But like most things…
It's only a peek
Kill 'em J
Both of 'em (that's two) my mother and father naw they didn't

Shapiro a liber-a-tarian
Pussy so old, that shit got roaches!
Posh old ladies they love their broaches
Sue Sylvester my new type is coaches
Can't find

I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe

Hollywood (Some Other Kind of Town)

Fleetwood Mac

Time

1995

of seasons better (knock on wood)
I love the feel of rain upon my face (for Hollywood, Hollywood)
No, and I don't care if the snow comes down (ain't that

a weight put by a certain kind of dove
That's you
I will never have
I've been there
I've been there
I was invaded by a certain kind of love
It was a weight

Neighborhood Bully

Bob Dylan

Infidels

1983

the neighborhood bully.

Well, the chances are against it, and the odds are slim
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
'Cause there's a noose

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them

and the Lynch Mob
Cam Threat, WC and the Mad Circle
P.E., them down fools workers, street military

My nigga Kool Rod, my nigga Stick, Naughty by Nature
Cypress

plenty of dimes, I'm nowhere near my prime
But most of all I love my captain that we call Slime
I really think that I could beat a grizz with a katana

said Claire
Camp on bay sunbathing with the ladies
Ice on beach we chilling with the jiggers
Vibes on vibes girl said she want my love
Imma crème brûlée

Back in this bitch, she throw the pussy, I bet that I hit (good to know)
Roll me a spliff, shawty, she just wanna ride like a Lyft (woo)
Look who

Nonsense to put on
A blank disc and sell it to blind kids
Got this fake blonde bitch, wantin
To date Josh Lynch
Wait that's Kate Gosselin damn
Told her

Same Song & Dance

Eminem

Relapse [Deluxe] [Explicit]

2009

you, it would have already been done"
Slowly she gets in and I begin to lynch her 
With 66 inches of extension chord

Yeah, baby, do that dance
It's

ain't grew up to be nothing fuck being avarage
They don't know the kind of pain i got in my baggage
And if the door's locked unlock that shit
And if

THE WRONG KIND OF PEOPLE 
(Written & performed by hooyoosay)    


Oh yeah! 

We're the wrong kind of people, 
having the wrong kind of party, 
with

none my time
Im popping these percs she wanna fuck on me
Tell that ho get in line
Ain't gon' lie that I got a heart, oh yeah
You get slimed by the big