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perfect
I'm not picture perfect
I try to put my heart in these verses
Bye-bye, even though it's gon' hurt me
You gotta go, ohh
If you don't play this album

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

mahn
Bra Small over Elon (Elon)

I was chosen by the hood
Go tlatsa the kgong-kgolo
E e heal'ang (heal'ang)
Yona nnete e e phelang
Ke tsamaa ka lekeke
Ke

The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's

And hopped back into the studio to
Voice animated superheroes and record her
First solo album when Cameron isn’t
Bringing your favorite characters to
Life

album got that Wu-Tang like Raekwon
This be a brand new year for the G
Even when I'm rockin' like a Black Beetle Paul McCartney
The months gone by are

sauce
It smothers me like stroganoff
And broken things get broken off
This violence like violins the
Wrong string pulled
Another sad song, another bad

Yo shoutout Von Prospa man, he dropped an album
Yo we got, we got Von Prospa in the building today man, yessir
For those of you who don't know

fukat paisa chahiye
Khud pe bharosa na dusro ka pyaar chahiye 
Akhbaar me aana baar baar prachaar chahiye 
60 Wala maal phuk ke Shiv ji avtar chahiye

from all my favorite albums
Your shit flour this shit is some unrelated powder
Don't get us confused nigga my shit is pure
It's still me, I just laced it

Firewater

311

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1996

call it liquid rapture
Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
Firewater the world's a mixture
Of broken liquored people get the picture

Firewater

I really didn’t have no direction for this song 
Like really
Really the album was finished
I just saw this beat heard this beat, whatever 
And I got

What's the 411? [Remix]

Grand Puba

What's the 411? Remix

1992

a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's always fun (it ain't easy baby)
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 411

fades to pink and blue
As I cry
In your arms
And if you wanna take a picture
Maybe we could make an album too
And fill it with some stupid memories of us

the contradiction
Between America's reality and perhaps her
Selective vision of herself
Corruption just refers to fraudulent
Conduct by the powerful, which is

Ghetto Symphony

Snoop Dogg

No Limit Top Dogg

1999

tripping never slipping
Have you reminiscing and missing, that fool in your picture
Call me Bossalinie bitch without the Mo's at shows
And fuck dose who

to push away the negativity, it almost left me paralyzed
Not gonna get brainwashed by culture vultures in lake laogai
The walking dead left your walk-ins

you're not with me
I can't talk can't breathe
I'm awkward as can be
Spent another night by myself in the basement
Tryna plan this album out got me pacing

Hip-Hop ke nashe me
Ab Mai Udunga
Gotta keep going, can't stop
They might just think I'm weary but I'm not
It's a long road, I know I've just begun
It's

Lion of Judah
My Rock, My Protector
Defender, Provider
Keeps lifting me higher
Higher and higher

Ma ke Hallelujah: I shout Hallelujah
Hallelujah,

baali
(My beloved left me at a tender age)
 
Mahal mein sej pari khaali
(My bed lies deserted)
 
Toh garaj ghumari barsan lage ke ghan ghamand chahu

bail and my laces
Gave me a voucher
Now top of LIV couch
Coke Boys got 'em in the drop
Wallahi, ayy

A picture frame wouldn't hold me up
Need

a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's always fun (it ain't easy baby)
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 411

whacked
He must not wanna get me back
My opps so pussy, nigga might not do nothin' to me if I left

Day's been cold, just like my wrist 
(Every picture