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R.I.P.

Dirty

The Pimp & da Gangsta

2001

(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this

Mmmmm
I left all that pain in 229
You don't have to worry doing fine
Tell my momma thank you for the prayers
Cause I'm out here I'm alright
I left

know how
Float like the baby in the river of the Nile
Who'd led by God like 400 miles
You looking like dang man Ian know that
When dealing with God

Hey, hey
Mmm, mmm
Nuhh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I'm surrounded by my friends
Eddie the sheep
Carol the donkey
Rasputia the parakeet
Oh don't forget Joe the cow
I

Finna hit my nigga M, just to cop a lil' Eddie
If you fuckin' with my bro, I'ma do you nigga shady
Hella hoes actin' funny when it comes to bein' real

will's like Eddie Morra's
Yeah Andy could fight a torrent
You need guidance?
Call the kid
Call the kid
Call the kid
Gamble big
Gamble big
Fuck how deep

Never Gonna Be as Big as Jesus

Audio Adrenaline

Bloom

1996

I could move to Hollywood
Get my teeth capped I know I could
Be a big star on the silver screen
Just like James Dean, I could be a star
I could

I Had a Talk With God

Stephanie Mills

Personal Inspirations

1995

I Had A Talk With God
by Stephanie Mills
Written by James Cleveland
Personal Inspirations

I had a talk with God last night
I cried Oh Lord

I'm e-classic
(This is a Tay James exclusive)
Fly so classic, pocket full of plastic
Getting active with a actress
Who loves shagging
Magnums, baggage,

the bando
On Third and James by the fountain where they panhandle
Runnin' from the cops, pullin' scandals, those were my heroes

Pick up the mic, put your

Real Good Feel Good Song

Mel McDaniel

Now You're Talkin'

1988

A friend of mine was a workin' hard, savin' all his pay
Like Jesse James, the IRS stole most of it away
Then he got chased by a street gang

And he finally

Bobbi the waitress
Kept bringin' us beer
We got to laughin' so hard
We both sat there in tears
I was feelin' so good
I could stay there for years
By

riverbank sitting
Porch flag flying, cold beer sipping
That's just life when you're small town living
Doing alright with all we've been given by god

Riding

Beep Beep

Timbaland & Magoo

Welcome to Our World

1997

sound like mine? 
Now, to have a partna as well as my friend 
Well I have two partnas as well as my friend 
And on goes by the name of...
Maganoo aka

By God I can't believe it
You're leaving so soon
And all I have to say is that I'm gonna miss you
I'd go to rehab
But I ain't no quitter
A sober

Yeah
Growing pains What up
Yeah
Four joints
Alright
Every night's long, for the grind Never gonna stop
Til i die been dead, once or twice
Spirit

just can't place
Yeah
Alright
Yeah, yeah
In Ayia Napa, clubbing on a Sunday, disassociation at its fullest
For a while I feel the pleasures

the day but she a freak at night (yikes)
Alright, classy lil mama like a southern belle
And when she spoke she had an accent so I could tell 
She wasn't

Two straps on when I pop out
Touching a lot now
Brody on go I say the word & get you shot down
Look
Let me know, what's going on?
What you mean by

Riding around in the back of Adam's mustang
Broke so much we called that piece of shit a Rustang
Must thank every one of those nights
Had you by my side,

I quit
Dealing with motha fuckas like by bitch
I'm sick
Of this lifetime I'm timeless
And old soul
Feels the vibes they vibrant

Big bucks yeah that's

by fourteens
I hope you curb 'em
Get some bullet holes, son-of-bitches
Do you some learnin', fuggin'
Mountain Dew-Dew on the haters like a commode
I

They on they Eddie Murphy, wish they could trade places and all
But what God put together, no other person involved, love
I know we got scars, we really

It Aint Well   Words and Music by Steve Morgan, 2017
Published by Eddie Gordon and Steve Morgan, 2017

Verse 1
Go to meetin on Sunday
Yeah that's