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you know it’s produced by Randy
My girl roll up a joint, I say my goals with a glass of Brandy
Used to be up in the hood watching reruns of Brandy
Now I

and see it I be owning the crowd
And I'm confused by the mindset of thinking average
Ain't done nothing but conversating as if you have it
Be in nest hit my

soul into an album, felt no one else could bite it
Dreams for dollar signs replaced by thoughts of being godly, iris
But my iris couldn't take the signs,

And stuff that smells like plastic
Burning
The world just keeps turning when you in a casket
But I'm tryna live now not in a past tense
Caught a glare

The Old Fashioned Way

Too Short

What's My Favorite Word?

2002

[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll

The Old Fashioned Way

Too Short

What's My Favorite Word? [Clean]

2002

[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll

finishing the album
Or virtual ceremonies 
When drinks are meant to raised
Be sure to raise your glasses proudly
Milestones are confirmations that you're out

Speakers on Blast

E-40

The R.E.D. Album [f.y.e. Exclusive Bonus Track]

2011

It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"

on the pedestal
Silly me
What happens when all of the things in life
That you really want are secretly the things that you really need?
My working habits supposed

caught
This is the life when you playing a boss(boss)
Choppers sing like Diana Ross(ross)
Catching passes cause I'm Randy Moss(moss)
Bitches playing but

for you
This is only my first album, but I got more in the works
I'm rappin' about who I am, and not about them Gucci shirts
I am me so I'm expressin'

H1GHR like we smoking joints
So many J's at one label boy you know we scoring points
Yeah, surrounded by villains demons sinnin' I feel alone
I ain't

gold
That's six-plat, man, that's a sick plaque
(Do the math) man, don't forget that
That at the top is where
You feel the loneliness
Like grabbin' fake

the same, that’s word to my mother
We are two different breads, and where we come from
You flexing with a couple thou, we flexin’ with a hunned, like
Tell me

Book Of Rhymes

Nas

God's Son

2002

Alchemist you know me man
I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio
Soon as I hear the track, you know what I'm

past 
That's the question
I wanna spend my life with you 
You my new obsession

We bout to do a couple things we ain't done before
They ain't never seen

in the haystack, you think I'd say that
Nah probably not, just another thing I got
Ta pop your bubble let's rock, fuck a clock, I don't got time limits

I don't what none of that negative man have you understood 
I'm tryna find the better things for me and all my hood 
Do I have to spell it out cause

some things, get it by any means
I disappear then reappear with a new scheme 
I got fans now, I got fans down
Who can't wait till the album's out 
I

for an album, didn't need my rhyme book

Uphill both ways by foot
Sleepin' on me, turned nightmares to dreams
Like I'm misunderstood
Motivate myself,

way too much going on
Gotta make sure i'm moving right
You think that i'm always doing wrong
I been busy looking at the lights
Don't say things gonna be

dream you
Sippin' on that wine you love I made this album on my phone
Walking right by new stranger pass me like I don't know ya
Put it all in the past,

And it brought me out of this world. 
Watered the seeds planted by my momma, 
Who sacrificed for my life, 
For that I thank you momma. 
See we can’t dwell

The good things I’m sippin’
The life that I’ve driven, the dreams I have written 
The dream I am living

I’m living right now, you’re living right now