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by men, not a bitch
And I'd bitch slap your ass like Will Smith did with Chris Rock
You might as well go and suck on some motherfucking cock
You are

fruiting bodies are spreading their pores
It's impossible to tell which ones are real anymore
My organs and the colony will mix-mix-mix
Now my body is

Droog's Anthem

Your Old Droog

Your Old Droog

2014

bank-ins
Called by the O.G. Sacha Jenkins
Link back up with my son, Irv
Persistence does wonders, none of this is undeserved, the nerve

I try to put it

riders blazing TV

PI like Tom cruise and will smith for Pete's sake
I ain't Bill gates nigga single women still hate
Getting blown when its snowing

Breakadawn

De La Soul

Original Album Series

2012

the mix, man, it's alright
Momma got the rhythm to my daylife (a-one, two, a-one, two)
My pops gots enough so best to leave or sail the waves
To the Long

don't have to fight
The more you run
The bigger you make my appetite
Your house is made of hay
I'll blow that down in a major way
Its lunch time, and I

don't have to fight
The more you run
The bigger you make my appetite
Your house is made of hay
I'lI blow that down in a major way
It's lunch time, and I

Make you do a dance
Nigga you might have a chance
Do it cause I can son will smith ya I'm Jackie Chan
Fast life niggas living T'd
Bad timing I know what

nigga, but it's my year
Summertime, it get cold out
Heater on me like a Moncler
Closet bigger than my old house
Thinkin' 'bout it, I was fine there

Digging through the rubble 
Of my shattered house of mirrors 
So this is what it's like
To face it all, without fear

I'm not playing 
I think she and I

Bring da Drama

Mia X

Unlady Like

1997

safe by ya mama
When you leave the house, this is what I been about
Banging and slanging, taking yours and making it mine
Bringing in choke lines,

will kill you and I'll stand by your body until I'm sure that you're dead 
Oh, Todd  

(I take a walk out of my house and I start walking down

I got that lemon Sprite babe
I got that lemon sprite babe

Boo hoo don't be scared. I do roll with A Smith no will I do do
Roll with some Jedis they

you better lock your door
Five, six beatnuts in the mix
Seven, eight now let's get it straight
Nine, ten for everybody that slept
YOU better watch your

Your CD get's thrown in the bin
What does it get? It get's thrown in the bin
What does it get? It get's thrown in the bin
Cuz, I like your mix tape cover

You made it good line
I make it a hot song
You riding your man's dick
But Flex ain't drop no bombs
Time will Reveal what I'm on
Gaining weight in

Friend or Foe

E-40

Best of Suavehouse, Vol. 2: Greatest Hits

2001

of mine will leave mark ass niggas far behind 
I seen it every time 
They come and go 
That's why I drop to my knees 
And ask god to distinguish friend

Deep down they a fucking bitch
Probably quick to snitch
It's all a act but ain't no Will Smith
My partner with the shits
He got the stick, it's a Smith

Sometimes I gotta get all by myself
Getting lost in the mix trying find myself

To realize I've been trapped inside myself
There's a war and I'm

Don't throw stones in glass houses (Nah)
And don't throw rocks and black brilliance
I get tonnes of flak, I get millions
Um, that's only matched by

of sacrifice
The old me is dead and gone
Rest In Paradise
Stare in my eyes
See within
Born to sin
Mix my juice with gin
Can't you see?
I do it for my kin
Un

the mix, I ain't blending in
I could give a fuck 'bout a bitch but fuck it send 'em in
Niggas wasn't with me in the gym
They ain't lend a hand
I'm the better

Yo, it's corrupt where I'm from, Edmonton, tough
The streets could speak about the heads with drugs, rough
City life will leave you red with blood

an entanglement like Jada Smith
I ain't ride like Will, but ask about me, Im a legend
She say, what's that in your jeans? I'm like, bae, it's my extended clip

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