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started
Welcome to the start of the rest of our lives
Come on everybody
Come join the party
We're on top of the world and we're feeling invincible

There

on the bottom is as good as it gets
They're all looking finer than money in the bank.
We here to start the party now grab you a drink
We got beer, liquor, wine,

Rap Game

D12

8 Mile

2002

twistin' my words
We finally could say goodbye to Hollywood
'Cause Proof and Sean Penn share nothin' in common
The nastiest band with gas in each hand
We

Rap Game

D12

Vinyl LPs

2015

twistin' my words
We finally could say goodbye to Hollywood
'Cause Proof and Sean Penn share nothin' in common
The nastiest band with gas in each hand
We

Word Is Bond

Brand Nubian

Rhino Hi-Five: Brand Nubian

2005

somethin more than brass is a blast 
Make a brother work hard, long and fast

Word is bond, we got it goin on 
C'mon throw ya hands in the air 
Brand

Lookin' all around, like where are we at now
Butterfly blade by my side, don't let me down
Brass knuckles to his jaw, if the boy actin' out
Can't close his

Where I'm From

House of Pain

Same as It Ever Was

1994

Lethal used to come with his reel to reel
We didn't have no deal
But that wasn't the point, we'd...
Rock a funky joint
Then we'd rock another
The only

TNG is back, NF is back
We gonna party in the city 
Peg city like the 90’s 

Ohhhh, we gotta, groove 
We gotta choose we gotta move 
We gotta, groove

Missionaries up from the South
Have come to put words in our ignorant mouths
Big company muscles flex
And we're all pulled along by the seat of our

we do that often
Two bad bitches, thick like horses
Let 'em snort cocaine at a party
Leave 'em stiff like rigor mortis
Don't try to race, this car

Cognac is in me cup and now me feel alright
Got me spliff rolled up and
Now me day is right
Dem cyah follow back ah we tonight
Dem can't come fuck

you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come

Is That Your Chick (The Lost Verses)

Jay-Z

Icon

2016

the curtain knuckles jerking for certain
Poppin' that pussy
Sweatin' till no fluid is left
When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death
You gon'

to go
Fresh kicks (all day) new fits (all right)
Drop hits (all day) then party (all night)

Don't you know I got Bun B in my front seat and we got these

Where are your masters, boy?
Their kind will blaze away
They'll bring a big brass band
And wear dress uniforms
The sense of savoir faire
which lets you

and my band
Now come on everybody stand up
And lets dance
I'm gonna last until the morning
Cause it feels like Friday night
I dare you to try to stop me

to
injustices they see every day 
when it comes to crime and equal pay 
I think it's time we find a better way 
and I'll stand up for democracy 
hey I'm proud

Song Title: VIVA SANTANA
Written and  composed by: Stash Rameios; 
Lead Guitars: Electric & Acoustic – Stash Rameios
Band:  Blu-flames  (Stash

on titties now and everybody sniffin'
She acting shocked by it, guess we live a little different
I'm out here just mobbin' in my Oakland A's fitted
I'd

They off that alcohol and molly, a hundred guns in our party
Put something hot in your body, but we cooling out in our party
And that Blaque Pirate

Breakfast

Jaden Smith

SYRE

2017

'fit
Rockin' Couture on the floor of a Louis V store
And I'm sorry I'm stupid
Riding to Metro, we boomin' (yuh)
All the MSFTS come together in

We were rowing on a row boat, sailing the sea
Not a care in the world, just Aaron and me
West by the sunset we saw a big ship
I started to panic,

party I can cry if I want to
Be sad by myself but don't want to
Every time you come around I just want you
Cheerleader take me back to high-school
Talk

to niggas, perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggas look on, and get