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the ladies who be rocking and into the road blocking
My playas who be clockin' and jockin' up in them silk stockings
Is it this, honey dip, with the curvin'

Its da kid w da tune 
Bringin back da bap boom 
In yea head like sasoon 
Gimme ya wig take dat too 
You fuckin midget tattoo 
Get you slapped by dat

belong in a pageant
Look at the way dat she move , she giving energy back
Shorty can tell by my crew, where my niggaz tend to be at

She heard some rumors

I don't know if I'm running out of time
I don't know if I'm balling by design
I don't know why I should pay the price cause
These days even numbers

Regular Cat

Memphis Bleek

Coming of Age [Clean]

1999

got it off and coped metal wit dat
So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet I'm wit that

[Verse3]
Yo Yo
Why niggaz throw Ice grills and I see you tight

Kinja Rules

Jimmy Buffett

Don't Stop the Carnival

here we can not bend / Paperman How about the water? My cistern's flat. / Pullman Why sure, I come to take care of dat / Chorus BUT  You gotta play by

Sacramento

The Cuf

I Love This Game [Single]

1999

by somebody
In Sac Town if your creative that's a crime 
And they got it locked down so you can mentally do the time
And you could say who why don't

Ya life could get real , slim movin all shady 


He tried to do me like suge n Eazy dat room  , den I grabbed em by his neck like wat u high off dem

an this shit got me lazy
Haters gon hate but dat shit it' don't phase me

She wanna go for a ride tonight
She wanna be by my side tonight
She calling me

that y'all broke them n*ggas share bandz
Running through b*tches catch me if you can
I'm my own you held out yo hand
Ts ain't no game don't come round

tryna sneak a pack through customs


My Ex say why you do me like dat
Tell da bitch sometime it Be like dat
Tip toe through the hood
imma breeze by dat

I don't know what to do cause I think I'm starting to fall for you but I wanna stand tall cause I don't wanna fall can you gimmie me a call we can go

1200 I can sale u a pound

Beef wit local rappers bouta be underground
They ain't graduate but they cap n no gown
Racial profiling dats what happen when

gimmie be like hypertension 
Mi nuh going anywhere, yuh mi final destination
Yuh raise a man temperature like a bonfire
cn Yuh fill me wid overwhelming

species 
We ain't talking money ain't no sense of even speaking 

She in her feelings it's obvious why 
txtn n txtn I hardly reply 
Cuz I get too busy I run

Sit peep hypervent and drooly
Shit be emeralds and rubies
And sapphires in my dookie
Exprin dat goofy
As i wire in dat two piece
Dire end dat doobie
Why

I'm callin Memphis Fondo tell me where to send da bows
Da last pack didn't make it Kuz it had a nose
Durkio gave it me but he sealed it wrong
I be

J-Jungle Beats... holla at me
Grand Hustle Nigga... money

You know me, I'm so fly
Be lookin like money every time I ride by
Got them Benjis in my

youth
Only shoot, hit the booth, or go wit whatever suits

A suit!?
Bump dat, gimmie da loot
I'm speakin to you
I'm grabbing da goods or using my tool

Yuh, yuh
Mm, yeah yeah
Yuh, yuh
Southside
East Coast in this shit
Who dat bitch? (Who dat bitch)
Hella fine (Who dat bitch)
Who dat bitch? (Silly

wit dis one (NOPE)

I be drifting off,(DRIFTING) thanking out da box(IM GONE) 
Getting topped off, (SUCK ME) in a coffee shop (DAMN)
Hit by Starbucks,

Who dat be
Who dat be
They wanna know they wanna know
Who dat be it's your girl Ms. Toi
They wanna know who dat be
Bala on the beat boy
They wanna

night
(I’ll be riding all night)
Slicker than ever
Swerve thru the rain
Down on my dick they ain’t gimmie a thang
I ride by my lonely
You know dey ain’t

up
Man i missed dat fuckin' re-up when i lost my nina
Word to myself don't think they see us we must be Cena
Trust da process but i need'er to gone