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Baby no lip you not nice
(Yeah)
L.A. to 904
Kickin’ the shit we just jamming ourselves in the basement
Don’t get high no more
Acting so slow mo off

Yea
Said I'm going to LA and I just hope that I can make it Thru
I want to achieve what I believe I can be
But until then when I'm refund bobbing you

a rat I kno you woulda told it
Ugg winter boots I got a cold bitch
I don't need to warm up I been shootin in the gym 
I'm 23 in the booth creme de la crim

Babygirl I wanna leave
No one is there by my side
But I hear voices inside
They telling me I should die
Hell is connected with life
I marry death that's my

reminder I'm hated
These symptoms of which I've listed are opposite of abating
And now I'm getting berated by self
Why aren't you dating
I had an excuse for

Now you want to
Be friends
Remember sitting in
The back of the class
Back when I
Had no friends
Was hanging out
By myself

Do I look like
Do I fucking

slide?
Need a down chick, that's by my side
Need a down chick, that's down to ride

Let's get high
I'm a fly guy, so you know I stay fly
No relationship,

le Tout Puissant 
He made the Earth and the stars
The lions and the sharks 
Redeemed the sons by the blood 
Here we go Church 
You the body

You not a player you fake
I’m tryna get to LA
Studio with boomin and sizzle we puffing these Js
Lungs like a bag pipe
Making bangers while I’m getting

getting right with no girl by my side
All of these rappers out living in lie
But my life is so simple, get high as a kite
Hop on the freestyle and rock

The 50z

Blu

Good To Be Home

2017

Uh
The light-skin with the nice trim
400 spokes riding the stroll by the white folks
The rare bones get the bare Jones
If it's the caddy, it's

We take it in stride as the moment flies by
Shooting the moon, soaring high, red eye
We definitely old school
Ocean grown and so cool
Recognize

I go wine I go dance because am happy
It's high time you realise
Sey I no get photocopy
Ma jo ma yo ijo ayo
Esha ti ri bo sen lo
Ise kekere owo kpukpu

Your eyes are too burned
They by the fire
And 'fore I must arrive
I'd like to crush at them
Honey, you heart's so lonely
And I'm so frighten

Yeah
I told Hit-Boy he needs to rap more
I built myself up, brick by brick but I don't trap no more
Yeah, I ain't full of myself, I'm impactful

Ride Wit Me

T-Bone

Festival con Dios: Sampler

2001

you need a bullet prrof vest
Smoke the what for your stress
Nah dawg, hold up, wait a minute
'cause ain't no high unless the Holy Ghost ain't rolled up

And all the ones who picked sides tryna dick ride
It get lonely on the road so I get high
You ain't tryna get no money rather get by
Rather spend it

got backaches
And that ain't safe
Fuck me over
That's yo face
Nigga drink Dusse
By the case
Nigga come from a
Ratchet place
You ain't my dog
That ain't

gbedu na fire fire
Grab somebody baby oh baby o
Or high tension go shock you shock you
And all my single bobos bobos
Are looking for comflexion haba

Baba ebb away
The pheromone had you feeling here by the dealers table
The volume of your magic baby i need minute maid
I plot it and they hover i should

West Coast, Gulf Coast, East Coast

S.P.M.

Frost Presents Somethin' for the Riderz

2003

were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17

the high instead
Stoned there's a calling and a pull to run
This was only ever meant to be just fun

La da da da. could you love her? 

Could you love her?

Fuckin with gang put you 6 feet huh
Been out for a minute bet you miss me huh
Tour bus groupies trynna kiss me huh
But im swerving all these hoes cause

drive-bys
Money blue Carreras
You can never sink my ship rhymes fish
My white bitch like to sniff off my dick
Made a wish, free Sly, free Ike
Free Irie, free