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I blow
Might catch a contact, if I drive by slow
With a tight grip, hand on the wheel of my tight whip
See me at the second line, and all them girls

vibes alone 
We grow di finest free from chemical jah spice alone 
A di jamaicn Kush di girls dem cologne 
Ive been around the world and back 
Ive stopped

Where is she? The girl who was just like me? 
I heard she was hidin' somewhere I can't see

Are you the one I'm looking for, or are you a meant to be

Do You Like Criminals?

Westside Connection

Bow Down

1996

All bottled up in your high society
You want to chech my mental
Cause how could a nigga from South Central rollin' in a Benzo
Spice in ya life is what

Uncut Raw

Large Professor

Black Life

2004

Lights, camera (ACTION!)

Allow me to lace the showcase
The style and the grace on me you gon' see
Gladly, from that introduction, you get

Dropping bangers by the band aye, yuh
Creatine by the gram
You know that I got to stand
For the things that are right
No none of this is a plight
I got

She do that cha cha cha
She do dat cha cha cha
She made me change my whole demeanor
Caught me by surprise


Know you tipsy from that liquor girl I see

dating deadpool, yeah

Like a furnace, girl you hot to the touch, 
Who am i kidding, i could not get enough, 
In the drop, counting guap, bout to cop

Aw man, know I had to hit 'em with a part three real quick
Let me talk to 'em

I started writing this shit during deep contemplation
Inspired by my

być MC wannabe jak Spice Girls
Wszyscy pragną korony, mieć lato w Dubaju
Przyłóż Glocka se do skroni - co na to Paluch?

Ciągle łamie cię w kościach i

Two doors open thats my introduction
On my left and my right stand my guards at attention
As I walk slow and steady past the faces of the mighty
I

spice, neck can't get no cooler
We race to get off weight like the biggest losers, huh
Pull up on her with my FN, like, "Go, best friend," huh
If I feel

Yo, I go by the name of Dubious Thoughts
I feel like sometimes, I hide behind my shell
Like I was bound for hell but, I got a story to tell
Cuz my

I ain't tryna answer, don't ask about how my day going
I ain't throwing shade
People be talking already know they same one
Girl don't be ashamed
Say

french fries
Now I'm fucking hungry
Tryna eat some cake
Shawty got fat slices
Your girl got the sugar tits
But my girl got the spices
She preggers, but her

bad shit in plenty
Now my eyes won't shed a tear
You can call me by my first half name
Shanti letting you hold my beer
Throwin house parties so wild

can fuck with my soul again
They be surrounded by their little men
I be singing to your girl
I'm her only world
If she come around
You know I am a flirt

of hummus
My nigga bought a 'bow with
A roll of fake hundreds
I ain't your average nigga
So I can't go clubbing
Old girl can't spend a
Night unless she

You know I had to get fly, aye 
Know I had to get
I pick you up from the same spot
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Aye, yeah nights starting to get windy sitting by

the wine
that you spice with 
cinnamon clove and thyme
tell me stories 
from when you were a girl
oh kind lady take me in and show me what's inside you world

by the doctorate honours
Just surrounded by scholars of philosophical knowledge
Park bench weed gave me far-fetched dreams as far as the stench streams

World of illusions, smoke & mirrors all around 
Shattered by the Alazarin sound
Unbound by the laws of the past 
Unchanged by times changing fast
I'm

Woo, woo woo woo woo, woo
Niggas swear, niggas swear (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Niggas swear, niggas swear

I like to pull her by her hair
And break a bitch

the Jag' but they the wifey
Icey, is what my merchandise be
Know I'ma star, so they over-price me
Charli B'More be twice you bitch
Tell you got no style by