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On da corner like where klay be
There's no weapon formed against me That's gon break me
Bible on the dash can you protect me
Doing the wrong things

Photo Session

Kool Keith

Bikinis N Thongs

2009

at me 
Pull your panties to the side 

I know this girl with boots on she's turned on by wearin G strings 
She likes her thongs with my fingers all

a recent masturbation
Master medulla, mystical eyes of Medusa
Drown niggas like loops with
Or without a producer
I used to, want to be accepted by my peers

The Certificate

Hilltop Hoods

Calling

2004

it made, rockin the place
With more dope rappers to match every pram chillin at collonades

It's Certified Wise, no need to tell you again
Because

Both complimented by repeating rhythmic funk
Traveling speeds at well over a hundred miles an hour
But then again, it couldn't have been much more over

The Clock Is Tickin'

Woodie

Yoc Influenced

1999

shower let the situation sour funk
But ain't no stoppin' the poppin'
That gets the droppin' these pumps
I found my callin' and I
Hooked up with some

No
You want Shemar lil bitch i am Veli
In the backyard a whole lot of skellys
And if you fuckin on niggas just tell me hoe
Split the cigar put gas in

him leanin
I dont got no options I gotta stack it
Cuz my problems be double backin
18 posted by the back end
22 I'll leave you flattened
West 151st I'm

back down in the dungeon, hosting luncheons, gumbo from my gumption
No interruptions, eye hate when niggas funk up my sessions
Now eye gotta teach you

Niggas can't hold me back
We ain't comin' for no bullshit
Niggas talking all that yakkity yak, word up

Here's to Mr keith Murray, the Mr pictionary

content cuh I deserve this shit
So don’t bang my line if yeen purchase shit
Raised by a woman but I’m no hoe
I was real broke sleeping on the floor
Sharing

shit off my chest
I guess these games you played kind'a of put me in a funk
And I don't know what else to do
And I'm not the same guy I was back then but

Yeah man
Imma fall, you see I can't (um)
Imma funk, when I ain't home
Imma sip on this Airborne

Imma fuck, bitch I'll share it too
Camouflage on my

to Spartacus
When he balls his fists around the swords he lifts with the force of a horses kick
Multiplied by the reason why god exists, and makes Thor his

the Eastside
Where nothing's a crime no roots to a bye-bye
Tired of motherfuckers spitting nothing but drama rhymes
Flapping his lips, and ain't never squeezed

common, I'm an anomaly 
They want my mind, soul, and body
Ain't no fuckin' with mine
 
I'm cold blooded cut throat by the cuticle
I take your girlfriend

by hydropower
Deflower ya lil sister, tell ya mom's I miss her
Like Jack Rizzo a rip ya
Meet me under the lights, Finless Brown believe the hype
We

till they were dry
And had them all folded very neatly in no time
Oh my said Misses Lekkerlegs was quite taken back
Very curious about this mysterious

bombs like funk flex if a chump steps no air in your lungs left you’re done then I’m up next I got a master plan in my brain if you just guess you sucking

ain't punk
And despite what you hear in this it ain't funk
This a cult life where you under the spell of my sound
No rock or classification

'bout?
Learn a thing or two

Ayo, this job takes some late nights
Stuck in seclusion suffering delusion
I'm stuck inside of the music
They confused by my

kolorowanie tego nic nie da
To nie miało być zachwycającą literaturą
Moi ludzie to pierdolną na bit a nie wyrecytują
Nie! No bo traci to sens
Jeżeli nie

We Play What We Want Featuring d'Nessa The Insane Vocal Society, No D'finition  Brother Polite, Dontae Winslow & Lucky Peterson
Written by: Bobby Ray

Whatever happens
I ain't changing my pace
Meant to be written in stars
No stopping the fate

With a mood so foul
I could funk up the bass
I've had a lot