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Stone cold killer rockin' Gucci
New Jack City servin' Pooky (what?)
Ridin' in a Vert' with a Uzi (skrrt)
Four, five, six, nigga, double up (hold on)

Pain

Ice-T

Rhyme Pays

1987

fun in the beginning
But it's pain in the end

Pain (x4)

Gold rope wearer,neighborhood terror
Can't hang around my mother 'cause she says I scare her

blinded by the city lights
I can't allow myself
To be jaded by the city lights
We all know what the city's like
The very moment I blow up
And glow up
These

you lay,
They call you names, but you just turn away.

Neon dreams and city schemes,
Life ain't always what it seems.
You're searching for love in

roll with me then you know he's a gangster 
Yeah you know Money Mitch
Hood rich
Black cars, phones flip
Money making out the city Gold BBS on the feet

we thought they were gold 
My friends are all ghosts 
And this city is cursed
But we still in the booth 
'Cause theres no stu in the hearse 
No matter

now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!

I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him

back home
I’ve been travellin’ a hard road
Out looking for my gold
Tell ya somethin’
It’s good to be back home
I’ve seen places that would make you cry

(Tríbe Caríbe, um)
(Dime)
(Kingston City)
(Kingston City)
(Oh, na-ah)
(Ah, eh)

Make me tell you about the place where me come from
Jamaica,

cook
Who on the stove now
Pooty Tang flow, I could make a hit with no sound
Bottom row flow don't be blinded by the gold crowns
Ghetto got more

spinning me 
Like rotisserie 
In the city be 
Broken egg shells 
Took my jesus role a little too far
And put too much faith inside my costar 
Im to big

(Aye) I fell low to the bottom of the ditch (too low)
Lost souls in the bottom of the ditch (hey bra)
Found gold in the bottom of the ditch(show

Growing Pains (Do It Again)

Scarface

Golden Grain

2002

herringbone chain (uh-huh), one gold with yo' initial
Harris Photos, group shots, can you remember?
Barry, him told his bitch go to the prom and die
Didn't

through the city like I'm balling money loads
They know that I'm the bold, cold, mothafucka with an undead soul, woah
Sitting back all black white gold with

Yes, its dog city gold
Can't you tell by the clothes
And don't forget its the janitor's dinner hour

The stockpiles are folding
Their managers are

Woke up in the Kingdom of the Sun
Grounded by my reflection in gasoline
Faceless rooms of regret
Where the almight was nowhere to be found

Had

travel, our spirits soar,
A love for the open road, forevermore.

(Verse 2)
The countryside whizzes by, a blur of green and gold,
As we leave the city

the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my

lonely up at night and nobody was by my side (Boom boom boom)
2016 came my homie died I felt the pain I woke daily sniffing caine 
Then late at night I

New Highway [Previously Unreleased Track]

Dave Alvin

Blackjack David

1998

my Kansas City baby's got
Skin as white as snow
But my Deep Ellum woman's got hair as black as coal.

Well your lovers will leave you baby
Good

Glass

Bat for Lashes

Best of the Bands

2009

Went over the sea
What did I find?
A thousand crystal towers
A hundred emerald cities
And the hand of the watchman
In the night sky
Points

Fork

2 Chainz

B.O.A.T.S. II: #METIME

2013

land I be in that Testarossa
If I die tonight, you gon' see some flicks in Ghosta
I'm the man in my city, same thing in South Dakota
Man I'm running

Tiny city lights in my mirror
Feels like I'm dreaming
Engines, sirens sound clearer
But it's completing
City life in late July
Laying down to sleep

T on the beat make your shit blow
Cause my shit gold, told you once before
I'm all about cash if you ain't then go
I put on for my city yeah that's for sho
Known