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PLAY ON

By: Thamara ‘Songbird’ St. Bernard
Intro
This one’s for all the disk jockey dem wey love fi play Reggae Music This one’s for you
Touch it

steer him through
And despite the limitation
Of his poor coordination
He knows he'll show the world a thing or two

(Blobby, blobby, blobby)

the business (2x)

Verse 1 (cceCulture)
We coasting feel the breeze, here roll this like a sleeve, now light it baby breath, sweet aroma of trees, tickle your

Put it on, put it on
Uh, I'm gone talk my shit In this motherfucker
Man I did this shit by myself nigga like they don't understand the work I done

about the foe
To turn the chic and give him two when he takes one
Have we become a judge to him who's already judged
Take heed to yourselves, lest you may

Gangsta… Fo real tho… poppingtags … Fo real tho
I see you fake… Fo real tho…
Killed yo homie over a BITCH tho… told you that aint yo chic boi
Ion

glisten
Southern fried nights, feel that down-home rhythm
Firefly's glowin', down by the creek
Mix the old with the new, city slickin' chic
Get your

black denim jackets with ripped sleeves

Represent NJ, I provide East Coast steam
Styled by LA, hip hop and skateboard chic
I'm getting drunk all day, got

Swollen, swollen, swollen man my junk gets swollen, when that really hot chic walks by

Look at what she's wearing, you can see her underwear man, me

Mike was
Black gloves, white socks
Leather jacket with the zips, my gosh
All the freaks so chic
Stepping out, living large like party animals
And we get

recaptured, and two of them were later executed for their crimes.

In 1946, six prisoners attempted to escape by digging a tunnel from the prison's laundry

Food stamps Welfare  but still a win 
Cuz Charles frank andrew 
Yogi and Stevie! 
Jennifer and Pj my uncles too believe me 
Elvis Bernard Auuuunnnndre

Let me just talk to em
Look
I got to give up my coins to get with this chic
I'm not wit that shit
Why would I trick when you finesse a player

Big Ballin

Big Tymers

Cash Money Records: 10 Years of Bling, Vol. 1

2007

I told ya fuckin' ass I be back 
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'

Like 2Baba as we dey
Enter the Place
Na so they start to dey craze
I'm a Topshot nigger
In a top spot nigger
Don't play with me
Cos I'm a rasclat nigger

the mainstream?

Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two

knew you worshipped the Skin's lifestyle
Getting fucked up emotionally, physically
Causing controversy
By stating shit opinions

You say they're not

see my crew fallin', we ain't into losin'
All we do is bruise 'em, Bernard Hop execution
It's the revolution, Pharaoh Clique it's a movement

(Verse 2

For tryin' to brace, 
Cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's 
Place the cover in a maced 
ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off

Oooo, it's bold it's daring
Um, no, it's gross it's scary
The kids are terrified by that thing
So do us all a favor man and cut yourself free

with purple lenses made my world (look) a pretty shade
My fashion statement was budget chic 
Worth more than the price I paid
You voyeuristic perve
You

seen some ugly trees 
There was a werewolf honkin' 
'Long the side of me 
I'm mean 'n I'm bad, why'know I ain't no sissy 
Got a big-titty girly by

the dip in the Ice box, 
So it wouldn’t congeal,
I guess keeping it cold, 
Was a part of the drill,
Side by side, 
You couldn’t tell ‘em apart,
Two

face down 
Gun sounds 
No witnesses
Two men found
Both under the age of 21
When will we overcome 
Son had to bury lil woe
Mom's buried son 
So tired