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(Yuh)
(Yuh)
Louis Vuitton shoe
Jokes on you
Made a new hit, got back from the stu'
Gotta' bag, gotta' spend it
Gotta' new car, but you ain't, cause

months in and I can tell that they sick of me, uh!
I can't find a Summer, they all trying to Marissa me, uh!
Dick in yo' kidney (Hee)... tip and yo'

the niggas, tell me what the fuck to do
At the top, it don't get lonely, trying to get a better view
I'm from St. Louis, so it's destined that I'm only chasing

Nice With It

Northern State

All City

2004

me now that the times are changing
And you're walking away from the games you're playing
And I guarantee my name's on the tip of your tongue like

hated, it's gassin me up
(Gassin me up)
All of the time I got snubbed by the labels
It's gassin me up, don't give a fuck
Just got some head in the back

And I stand ten toes on any block
And know I can't be touched by nobody
With no mortal man boner
Bitten off cheeto with the gruesome flow
All the coolest

ugh
Ride for my niggas no peddling ugh
All by myself ain’t got no one to trust
Matching off Whites with the Louis Vuittons
Fuck niggas I’ll leave your

Double Trouble

The Roots

Phrenology [Bonus DVD]

2002

the track up and leave dents in it
The vocalist, bustin' this blunt, instrument spit
The magnificent, rapper's run from it
All fly girls, nipples and toes

Came from the top 
Tip top of the mountain 
Rollie on the wrist 
Drip drop like a fountain 
Money everywhere 
Yeah I feel like I'm surrounded

stops and pops
Follicles from off of the top of your knots
And it's got your block heads popping off
Hey! my name is
Well never mind that cos I'm not

I do it all by myself
I feel like I don't need nobody else
Keep to myself I don't ask for no help
Standing tall I see the top of the shelf
Ten toes

of em hoes
Came off of Campbellton, swervin' potholes
My cousins said Mars, gotta stick to the code

We gon' die by your name, I just want you to know
Now

City of Dope

Too Short

Life Is...Too Short

1988

trip, get pistol-whipped
By a psycho maniac sick in his head
want to be a gangster, now he's dead
His brother took over, ain't no sweat
Bought a new

Peace
Peace
Peace
From the top of your head all the way down to the tips of your toes
Peace
You are becoming more and more at peace
Peace

Two

It's Your World (Part 1 & 2)

Common

Be

2005

where it's more weaves and less dreads
Kinda scary, amongst thieves and base-heads
Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt
She was cold

Whenever they want war, we ready
But I know they're not
Bro just copped an AK-47
With the folding stock
Blow your top, take you out the picture
This

life
Who can put it down so gangsta
From your head down to your Air Force 1's
(From your head to your toes)
Boy, you know you just so gangsta

My baby

Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Talk stupid, get your head popped
I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Red Fox
Big B's, Red Sox
I get

Issa vibe, feel alive
Argumentative until i grab u
By your side, come inside
They thought that I dropped the ball
And they were right - but its fine

thought, from a dog on top
We been nuts
There was a fool who thought we was new to this
But who knew this would end up, a glow stick in a uterus
That's light

rethink
Got pistols, the clips full to spit flows
And rip foes from chin, nose, to tip toes
Fistful of missiles, to split those
Hoes down the middle cause

up to my shows
You got people linin’ up at dominos
I got people hittin’ follow just to see what I wear, from head to toe
Pull up, Louis V on my

Ayy, Swizz
Lemme talk to 'em

"It's game time", what the AP said
Shoutout to every bad bitch that gave me head
"Fuck you", to every nigga that

only knew
The she was getting mutted by the whole damn crew
What would she do?
What would she do?

(What's your name?)
G-Reg
(What'd you do?)
Get head