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a old slavery linching
Now im on the right foot
Ain't no more inching
I get to the guap
No more penny pinching
She ride on the dick like she powered by

like i'm cookin' in the kitchen
I put a beat up in the skillet, then you know i'm bout a kill it
I'll distill it like it's water I ain't sip it
And let

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

fists hit crowns
Ride with a stick on me get jumpy
Niggas hate me but I swear they love me
Fakers all round I swear disgust me
Fussy
Older man they all

still a lame hop on my stuff, they thought it was a game
How we get older shorty still the same, I just see for the better, people cannot change
Rock with

Give me a gram go higgaty ham
Busting yosemite sam
Keep going flow never could jam
Fuck you thinking I am
Give me a light t h c
Bitch mix it wit

on a skillet
I didn't understand my old man until I got older and I finally got what it means
I can't stop now by any means
I was moving b4 like I am a black

sued by some fuckboy
And y'all was tryna get me to change my name and shit
I spent my whole fucking career, this who I was
Y'all trying get me

Why the fuck you get the lunch seat you may have won them but you ain't fucking won
Me my standards are OG
I rock to the old beats beats but don't rock

I move to different cities, and I'll see a new town
You stuck by me for a year now your not around
Your not around
All the lies rebound
Back

With the fold out covers and the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my

dropped dude

Skill I got is not new
The jewelry in the pot like it's oil in a skillet And it pop too
She got a handful of drugs and she told me I'm a feel

Sober

Little Big Town

Tornado

2012

as it gets older
When I die I don't wanna go sober
When I die I don't wanna go sober

You're like drinking from a never ending bottle
When I think it's

the penguins
I got a girl together got a bend bond
Tampon for your nose when Ima make it bleed
Man im a mix of Esoteric and Biggie
Like ima hit it with a skillet

F the BS

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Swass

1988

live Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I'ma hard rock
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up
But my gat close range, take his

never change
Elevate, this mix sounds mad

Bark this spliff when they pour Henny
Man get lit when they get hit
Do hit's and still make hit's
I done hit

All Star

Kidz Bop Kids

Kidz Bop

2001

now but wait 'til you get older
But the media men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture

The ice we skate is getting pretty

that I had at the time was singing. And I thought, well, if I could get a record deal and become a singer, then I can make lots of money and become

then we get it
I'm reaching the stars by the minute a mile to finish
I set up my camp like I'm Plymouth and I ain't gone leave till a million
Girls in my

Ahhh, shit, fuck
I can't wait to get the fuck out of here
Fuck
Shit

Nowadays I don't say shit
Let the work show, earth blow with the cake mix
Finna

Original Lyrics

Boogie Down Productions

Edutainment [Edited]

1990

dropped _Why Is That?_ 

It's a fact, I don't beg for juice, I just get loose 

And demonstrate the truth 

Many MC's can only rock the many 

But I

the skillet
Baby love it when I'm filthy
I still feel like I'm that nigga
Few touches on leave you dripping
Few licks in got you tipsy
Time go by Know you miss

Mama Always Told Me

Silkk the Shocker

Charge It 2 da Game

1998

weed, ride, and sell drugs 

Mama always told me it'd happen
But she never told me when
She said probably happen when I get much older
But I kinda

Yea I'm finna change genres on these pussy ass niggas or something man...
Probably go rock and roll on em 
These niggas acting like they don't hear