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Outro

Saigon

Welcome to Saigon: A Gangsta Grillz Extra

2008

And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly
Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three forties
Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be the target
Young New Orleans

Want to tell you a story
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday
Had to tell the landlady I'da lost my job

She said that don't

One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer [Live]

George Thorogood

20th Century Masters The Millenium Collection - 10 Great Songs:

2014

Wanna tell you a story,
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday,
Had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job
She said that don't confront

I've fucked 3 times this week, do the math
Now I think she on one my bro's just to get me back

Situation

Brotha Lynch Hung

Loaded

1997

vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my

Don't put me in a box now
I'm by myself, yeah, I'm on lockdown
Sometimes you gotta find
What's wrong, yeah, what's right
It's been a long road

to keep her spirits up
Yeah, she don't sweat
She sours and melts like ice cream in the sun
She'll be out of a job at the end of this three week run

We're

breaks (yeah), we writing every week
Ain’t no way that we gonna catch some sleep
(Bitch we)

Bitch, we knocked out 
Near the window on the floor
By

a couple bowls, just copped six hundred orange
Made it back from Royal house safe, right back on the warrant
Shootin' dice, in the last week, down like

Mama, I'm in Love wit a Gangsta

Coolio

It Takes a Thief

1994

a motherfucker last week
He thought I was a punk and tried to creep up on me in my sleep
I just think that I could hold or squeeze or touch or buck ya
But I

flew
In order to find you
Lost in her beauty

Month three
You're all that I see
Names on a tree
Engraved by you and me
Lost in her beauty

When she say

yeah, hold up)

I could give a damn about a bitch, man, you know me (bitch)
Fuck her for three days, then dump her next week (bitch)
Had your bitch

Supreme

Recoil

Selected

2010

Supreme talks about his baby's mother like a whore. Sweet 16 she is, with future uncertain, love incomplete. Soapy days for Jr. and she. At 3

down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
As time winds down to it's last 24 hours
in an earth that weighs 60 trillion tons
Travelling 1,037 1/3 mph,

stay on dnd
Lil momma a big bird, know she belong to the streets
And I'm not talking sesame, hit hoes by three like pistol Pete (brr, brr)
More solid

lakay, legliz
Same channels, 31, 32 and 3
Aje nou, get on ya knees
Didn't know a word of creole, learned fast, when my moms, she was mad at me
Arguments

(DY Krazy)
(KidWond3r, you made this beat?)
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy (oh, you pussy)
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy

Aye DY this

on
Finally out this bitch, I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting for so long

She was in and out my suite all Fashion Week
Studio up in here, sweet, I

the sheep
Three blunts deeply
Getting high, yeahh
Lately been smokin' all week
Smokin' blue dream till I tweak
Smokin' schedule this week
Ima chief
Call me

Little Miss May
With her ice cold tea
Was the sweetest damn thing
That I ever did see
Mondays, Fridays
Every other week
She was kissing and hugging

I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young

for what feels like forever
But know I tried to keep her close enough

She's admired
By everything and everyone that's around her
I'd hate to think

I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young

Bout the red blue lights so wen
I leave make sure I'm alright ain't
Caught by the red blue lights

Me, imma Dboy so I'm weighing the cot
You niggas