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Dogg Pound 4 Life

Tha Dogg Pound

Death Row Archives: The Soundtracks

2007

(Busta ass niggas)
(Busta ass niggas)
(Let's ride on they ass)
(I be back in about thirty minutes)
(Long Beach city, nigga, haha)
(Get your ass

Dogg Pound 4 Life

Snoop Dogg

15 Years on Death Row

2006

(Busta ass niggas)
(Busta ass niggas)
(Let's ride on they ass)
(I be back in about thirty minutes)
(Long Beach city, nigga, haha)
(Get your ass

hate people hate everything around
I want weekend two days of heaven for us

Stop for a minute - time is passing by
Future goes full tear built

Never need a bitch, I'm what a bitch need Hate it when she tell me that she miss me
You can miss me with all that, when you speak I see it's all cap

The Black Diamonds

Wu-Tang Clan

Legendary Weapons

2011

music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by

look around
I can't help foresee the city's end
With everybody in it
Workers pushed to their limits
Grabbing suits by the tie
To sacrifice by the minute

waste a minute
Might say some things that I wish I didn't
Know it's behind, but I hate forgetting
I'd still give all of my bouquets to make sure you're

I'm two minutes away from taking too much
There's nothing left that I can really say
I'm too gone I'm faded from the world I hate
Too lost, off my

Meet me by the bar
Don't say this enough
But I need you
Might take a couple more drinks to say what I want
But I need to
Know it's been a minute
But

One, two

Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga
Tell them boys where you came from, nigga
Tell 'em boys why I stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say,

hey)

(Hey, hey, hey)

(Hey, hey, hey)

Two-face
I'm so fucking two-faced
Tell me that I'm too fake
You love me on a Monday and you hate me by

Albuquerque

Weird Al Yankovic

Essential "Weird Al" Yankovic: Limited Edition 3.0

2010

hate sauerkraut

That's all I'm really tryin' to say
And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up
And find yourself in an existential quandary

was realer than me
I'm 'bout to take 'em 4th quarter
I can feel it in me
Catch 'em on the inbound
Watching for the shot clock
5-4-3-2-1, pull up for

to eat here (hard)
For three years, dealt with the hate from niggas that I love
Two options when in the trenches sell or you buy drugs
Convinced me you

life and times, deadly like the virus design 
But too, minute to dilute, the science is mine 

You can't party your life away 
Drink your life away

March of progress end hunchbacked in front the computer
Sooner or later it's gon' be two unrelated active shooters
Same place, same time
Great minds,

Hard look now in the mirror what have I become 
Caught out by expectation that's the real villain 
Holding on but what to? This cocktail of anger

We giving you fuck boys
Five minutes to get the hell up out the club
(Five minutes, bitch) david Banner
BME Click big Face (Big Face)
Big Face,

Two hundred dollar jeans with
My favorite patch
Pullin' up my ride, hell yeah, my rims match
What they tell you? I'm good
(what they tell you?) I'm good

One, one two
Check me out right here, yo

Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's

most of the time
Next minute I just want to die I don't know why

I'm here for you day and nights by your side
I'm here for you day and nights by your

interested in two things . . . 
Bozzio: Now, wait a minute . . . all I have to say is God help me! . . . Even though I have this . . . this fucking mask on .

that's 2K-in'
She lookin' for high ground, hate bein' tied down
She loved you for the first year, but those feelings died down
She livin' in downtown,

Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one