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baby
Mapungay pero 'di lazy
Eyes low paningin slowly
Matrix parang movie naka doobie basic
Crazy test me?

(uh) Kilala mo na si ZD
From streets legit

changed by the week
Can never trust a bitch yeah I know she for the streets

I was down bad
You a nigga got a couple racks
Crazy cause you callin asking for

heat so much and I be in the streets
The labels won't even barter with me
Love it when I talk about the trap
Late nights that Cali, comin' back
Za p's

ma ba sanwo mi o mo mi o mo ooo
Why why you dey chook your mouth for my own hustle oh
Why you dey put your reggae for my own blues oh

Tokini tokini

ma ba sanwo mi o mo mi o mo ooo
Why why you dey chook your mouth for my own hustle oh
Why you dey put your reggae for my own blues oh

Tokini tokini

ma ba sanwo mi o mo mi o mo ooo
Why why you dey chook your mouth for my own hustle oh
Why you dey put your reggae for my own blues oh

Tokini tokini

followed the bases
Caught Varsity Blues, so lemme stick to the basics
Feel a opp on my heels, i know that hate is contagious
Put the city to put on a map, my

Live at the O.M.N.I.

Goodie Mob

Soul Food

1995

tell ya how it is man
You got close and you realize what it is
We fighting each other in the streets of each
And you live and learn day by day
It

glances
They tried to break the bond like Will and Jada (Jada)
And when they drop the bond, I'ma free the Wave up (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I cop cribs by

and fill brains with
Game and mo' thangs
Like them dope thangs and what that ho brang
Creep on Crest streets, speak on fresh beats
Hit the motel, and freak

to scam rich niggas no more
But I still dump this clip out in slow-mo
Launching bullets like I'm Tony Romo
Leave him in red like the scythe on my logo
And I

for all my Gs
Quarterback in the streets
Throw a zip for three
Mr mC on the beats that
Still spin when I freeze
In the city by the sea, bitch
Feel

dummies go get it
I got a key in the bag and the cops on my ass
But I swear that I'm mo'fuckin' drippin'
'Cause if I ain't in it you
Know I'm gon' kill it

Changes

King Curtis

Live at the Fillmore West

1971

(yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album

Paper Chase

Tung Twista

Picture This

1996

Chorus:

Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase

Verse One:

I need...mo money mo money mo, suck

I Want to Be Free (That's the Truth)

Too Short

Shorty the Pimp

1992

ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue,

Domestic Violence

E-40

Chase the Cat [Clean]

2001

on my mind, so baby talk to me

You took her she went from the ghetto streets
To executive streets electronic beeps, two-way pagers, Palm 7's, M-11's

the basics, i got the patience
I done connected with greatness
Lot of my potnas ain’t make it
Bless up bless up give em praises

I hit the lord on my line
We be

all a front fa sho, they do it all for show
They set the world on fire, they let it burn slow

Verse 1
I was just cruising the streets
I was lookin for

I'm the only owner (I just copped this)
I'ma have to zip him if he cut some corners (X him out)
Pockets full of blues, she got no choice but to choose

You're So Basic

John Huss Moderate Combo

Lipschitz

You're so basic, 'bout half my speed, 
But that's the kind of change of pace that this boy needs, 
For I'm manic, frantic, subject to panic, 
Feel

Niggas thought I got evicted how my
Shit up in the streets
BIG but ain't nothing obese but the feast
I'm skinny cause I'm always on my feet
Gotta hustle

stuck in (CyHi)
Real gangsters don't wanna be in the streets
We just stuck out here 'cause we ain't got nothin', so pray for us

Yeah, no dope

Another Another World

The Creators

The Weight

2000

We fantastic, flippin' on tracks like gymnastics
Small brats get they ass kicked, me and Mos smash it
Top gun like what comes after the, fist