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on it, ho)
Thumbin' through these hundreds, it ain't nothin', I'm a young rich nigga (yeah, yes, sir)
Dressed up like the coach, I'll send a blitz, nigga

Tour around, go full circle, the map
Go by me, I can leave five in the trap
Word to the East End, that's subliminal death
Slap back your old tattoo, gun

happened to pretty Jane's pot of gold
By the way do you know what a hippie does when he's old
And it's too late to turn back now

Summertime sweet, neon

about how we flood the town
Smoking by the zip I think we need another pound
Fronto soaked down bout to roll another now
With some bitches in the city

happened to pretty Jane's pot of gold
By the way do you know what a hippie does when he's old
And it's too late to turn back now

Summertime sweet, neon

Too Much

Nate Dogg

Doctor's Advocate

2006

it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm, cause she stared
Don't know

Real or Fake Niggas

N.O.R.E.

Melvyn Flynt Da Hustler

1999

henicee, on the rocks and never O.J. to chase it
My click take niggas back like Jane Close in Acin'
Feelin for niggas who stomach hurtin', never ate shit

and cop a loft (cop a loft)
I'm still the same young nigga dripping sauce (dripping sauce)
this ain't no plain jane bitch I'm dripping Voss (dripping Voss)

that bitch, and it ain't no asking why they all on my tip
'Cause I get them Benjamins and Jacksons and they all in my grip
Tell me who you know could

And I'm ma mix 'em into Eminem
So in the end, it'll just end up
Being mimi m&m and KIM and him and them
And it's my sentiments that I send them in
To be

Imma Tell

Tech N9ne

Absolute Power [Clean]

2002

The killa clowns in ya town raisin all hell
* Tecca Nina wit the stamina comin to damage ya
  Buckin the bammer when I bust wit a bang
And it ain't no clause

gon' lie, this a plain jane
This watch ain't got no diamonds, but I'm still gon' rock it, shine it
Master P, I'm bout it, bout it
If you tryna swim up in

some muffins
Raised by two drug addicts
Young nigga found his own hope
Every line I Rap like snortin
Or in other words it’s DOPE
Yea that’s simply said

with yo soul in the night I’m gone harass you
Call me out a ghost I’ma knock then possess you
So don’t play
No don’t play
When I’m gone
Send a text
Make

a villain
Skate on this ice I'm Peter Pan
I'll marry Jane like Spiderman
And go deep in this bitch like Aquaman
I want 2 packs of M&Ms
Cause I'm a big

now
I was never class clown
Don't hit my line bitch ion want the check up
Mr young 40 not 30 but his check up
Send him to the doctor like a C-sec cut

tryna stay safe from these clown hoes

Got jamaican in my veins 
In my blood flow

Grim reaper picked up his remains 
He’s a dun soul

(verse 1)
Joker

means
Do shit by yourself people do plot shit wit enemies
I do hope the plug hear from me I'm talking when they sentence me
Walk in wit no fear in me
My

Lyrical Gangbang

Dr. Dre

The Chronic [DualDisc]

1992

This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area

Now I'ma kick up dust
As I begin to bust
On the wick-wack, fucked up

let's get this pape and that's by any means
Rappin' in the booth, maybe in the streets
Better watch ya head, cuz we don't aim at feet
We boys tryn catch

over, we done caught him fumblin' with his kids
I forgave you, but I ain't forget
9/11, this Rolex watch is plain jane
In the hood, it ain't nothin'

It's gonna end in a frown
If you don't respect the King
Don't make me send in the clown
Send in the clown
I have been underground, with a grin on my

turn you to a man
Went from trapping in the streets to getting taxed by Uncle Sam
If a label me up I don't need no advance
Only chance that I take if

got Rolexes by the thousands (Rollie)
My bitch got APs, no apologies (no apologies)
Racked up a million dollars then I iced out her (ayy)
I turned