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Chopper

Fam-Lay

Tetsuo & Youth

2015

stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper

Permit, don't need permission from a doctor
I been smokin' since

first so the biz can last
Instead, the biz went to
Hell and got infiltrated
By them mainstream infidels
So here to settle the score
Blow up the track

hurts, never hit reverse
Just remember I hit it first, like Ray J
Arm steady, precise, when I'm signing these checks, man
I swear they're gonna have to pry

Yea I need her
Just might knock it out the park two times oh yea I'm jeter
Need my crush right by my side, lil baby like a Nina
Have her dripped in

meant to be
Like destiny
I'm charged up like batteries
AA
Hey hey
We fade
Into the stars
Ray J
AJ
Tracey
We got them motherfucking bars
Dipping away in

don’t even need to be up in the corner
My momma was like I see that you’re a grown man now
Now let’s show these Muhfuckas what a grown man does
Stack it

Just Maintain

Xzibit

At the Speed of Life

1996

[Xzibit]
I look you in the grill
And I laugh inside
Niggas always perpetratin
Like they down to ride
But please don't try to tell me
What I can

me D's)
(What? Fuck this)
A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P-Q-R-S-T-U-V-W-X-Y-Z, huh?
Why your bitch in my bed, huh? (Bed)
Why this baby not fed,

weeks 
Inspiration in my bed, damn she a freak
Singing like ray J, girl your what I need 
She been getting off every time I release, 
I can’t even front

the the x-rays
For another way
It doesn't matter what it is
Life's love, love's lay

You know...
We won't have genres no more...
We won't need those labels no more

Thought by Dilla the great, that's Mc Nasty
Whatever, stay killing them plates, an assassin, creed
Give 'em dick, what they need, they so catty
The cream

Maxi Curls

Kool Keith

Black Elvis/Lost in Space

1999

up, boogie on ya 

Like Don Cornelius, on SOULLLLLLLLLLL TRAIN! 

And heads I clip off, in rap leave a bloodstain 

A bigger pain, you would need

again
By spreading hate again What was the date again
We were all considered equal It was justice for all people
Listen how I won't allow myself to go off

ain’t tripping
Niggas don’t really understand me
Trying to put on for the fam'
Like I’m Ray J and Brandi
(The Money made the solid fold)
This come with

know what you feel
Bald man rowing by
I know what you feel
That you feel
Good good extragood
It's Sunday-time in my neighbourhood
Ya it's good good

raw, let us know the word or
Clap, that's the Byrd Call

Verse 1
J.R. Writer:
I still be where the weed flip in the P's with the trees lit
So much water

I need a Rimshot aye, diggie diggie
I need a Rimshot aye, diggie diggie
Tell me what you Need
I need a Rimshot aye, diggie diggie

I need a Rimshot

you yeah right by my side
I'm fucking that bitch
While i lick on her pussy so tell me girl
What was the reason?
I like when we fucking
She calling daddy

I ain't crip
But I'm not fake
Baby don't be shy
Come in close
Cause I love cake

Body like she Kim K
Hit it like I'm Ray J
Baby gettin crazy
Got me

that to ray j
It's over that's what they say smoke I play no dummy
Give a fuck about them niggaz who actin funny I smile at money
Sit back and get head

I can’t stop staring at my fridge
I know I need to eat but I’ll be full with indecision
At the end of the night
Not like i have an appetite anyway
It

I know, I know you watchin'

Silly bitch, stop tellin' 'em lies, hoes, stop spreadin' them rumors
Juicy J, self made skinny nigga, pockets on Yokozuna

Good Man Is Gone

Joell Ortiz

Free Agent

2010

"If he had left here in a natural way
I would feel better when I hear me, say
A good man is gone"

In a natural way, then what? Haha
What? Uhh,

as they say
Ima get a gun run away with an AK
Get a Glock, and I let it spray spray
Fuck Kim K like I'm ray J, or kanye, or Pete
My life lookin real sweet