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psycho, gone bad one glove like Michael
Excuse me, your skin might match my duvet

What she say, you taking me home
You taking me home
You taking me home

gotta stay on the road
I mix the white cup with the rose gold (Ice)
I got a bitch that's bad as fuck in my room
And she touching her toes
We came from

Slow Down

Snoop Dogg

The Game Is to Be Sold Not to Be Told

1998

the things I got
And to hang with a nigga's just an intricate plot
You smoke my weed, you try to bang my hoes
And talk bad about a nigga, behind closed

black jack
The Jack D we dealin
Mix a little coke
Help us cope wit bad decisions
Not to mention
How uncontrollable the piss is
Ain't even have pot to piss

I'm out on the stage
Got the club jumpin' when I jumped out the range (skrt)

Yeah, bad bitch from outta state
Tell her do it, put her ass into it

really tryna make it
Cuz my mom is gonna hate it
Just die little bitch
Shits on your ass when you drunk
Smells bad like fuckin lived with skunk
You are be

Got a stalking baby moma  she ll like to Think
Yeah the pussy stil good that's cuz he a freak
bad memories , yeah her coochie stil stink
Fans throwing

the gas
Bae like go go go go go
Yeah she love when I go fast
So i skrt off
Bad little bitch her skirt off
Red bull mix my smirnoff
Turnt all night don’t

just to chill for a little
Cause I know the time pass us by
I may not say this everyday
But when I do I swear it's true
I'm so grateful
(So Grateful)
So

This ain’t a love song, baby girl this ain’t a love song...

This a hit the club like I don’t give a fuck song...

This a getting faded spill my beer

I dont want no Michael Kors
I want that Gucci (yea)
I want that Louis (yea)
I want Versace yea that get me wet
(Huh) Now I dont get impressed by

them by surprise (By surprise)
Up the blick, I'ma shoot it
Look dead in your eyes (In his eyes)
The corner pull up 'cause he
Dead on the ride
Put a bad

outside in the damn rain
No one giving us a ride to the damn stage
I'd rather die by God then take the damn hate
Nobody even knows who you are man
But Imma,

spun back on you now you see how it felt(Now you see how it felt)
Now I be stackin' that green like it's kelp and yo bitch let me beat it like Michael

Michael J
So high I can fly away
Everyday be a holiday
Ballin' like NBc
No story like Hemmingway
Strip club it's a rainy day
Money on mind
Like Pac in his

to the lawyer"
Clubs on, strapped up, ten rounds of the box and a Oscar, that's De La Hoya
And a bad gal lookin all crisp but a chip on her shoulder
I don't

Body
Body beatz
As I enter the club say na you wey me I sight
So many girls but na you baby I like
She no dey form bad girl she just sit down for

drainers that's a sin
Plotting ways to make money flexible
Hitting a back bend
In the 700 club
Which takes me higher than a drug
Going for 800 I'm someone

wanna slice, I wanna mix I wanna juice her
She making noise in the bedroom like sickwidit 
The way she arching up her back I need to stick with it 
She

peace, bad beeb in her pedigree
Ya we battle lil bit but shit, we might not mix but we interweave
She need the bottle to let go
That first class range rove

When it come to leanin', I do it right every day
Got my double cup in hand, always by my side
Pourin' up that lean, I can't deny the vibe
Some say

Waking up the sleeping beast
I'm sparking up all this weed
I was always meant for this
I'm dropping hard on these beats
NeverxHappy on the mix you

link
Holy smoke pon de bass mix
(tell em, tell em, tell em)
Never know tell me go, oh-wayyy ohh
Yo Kali, serve his head like Chef
All de massive in de

Violators

Busta Rhymes

Violator: The Album

1999

boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website violate the club niggas
Screaming what, what niggas, y'all a bunch