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Pistol Grip

Field Mob

Light Poles and Pine Trees

2006

[Verse 1 - Chevy P aka Smoke]
Nowadays girls and boys wanna lick me
Her put her tongue on me him pull his gun onme
I won't let 'em get me I stay

Joe was the top guy on a Man Show
A comic on the radio, a boatload of fan bros
Listened for opinions they could pick up
When he said that PC

open, man shout out to the NO
Didn't know the alphabet, but I was elemental
She be my tonight show, put it on Leno
I put the instrumental in
I'm about

Love Welcome Home

Giant

Last of the Runaways

1989

I, I know I'm just a man, one grain of sand
I know, I know that she's just a girl, just one in the world
But I swear when I held her tonight, we

Jaded, no time for that
Hit the moon, you can see where the mind been at
shawty wanna treat me like a broke iphone by the way that she tryna tap 

me

About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad

Lunch Time Cypher

Hopsin

Knock Madness

2013

Yo man
Let's take this shit back to fuckin' high school lunch time cyphers
When mother fuckers was beat boxin'
And kickin' ill ass flows in

might say I'm addicted, but me
I'm truly lifted
Stoned so loud, you can hear me in the crowd
Smoking girl scout, sour by the ounce
Mary never cheat me

Hi-Dea's

Classified

Classified

2013

compliment
Hate for the critics and the, man forget it
It's back to the draw board let's give them what they calling for
I'm at so many people and been so

The ones thats always trolling
The friend who takes you by surprise
That's why you call him woedie
One more drink till I hit that turn up
We don't really hit

bag ah dog food, me ah bun it by di sack
Real high when me driving in the fckn Cadillac, woah
Feeling real nice this year, man I think I got the spice

And so I asked to find out if I was right
That's when you eyes filled up with rage
Now nine months go by, the baby's not my blood type
Look at the mess

to get the nickels
While we rippin' instrumentals
Rappin shit is getting simple
I'm the nigga who be flying with his eyes out
Pass the food, drinking hella

instrumentals, Imma diminish it
Makin a racket just like it was wimbledon
Greatness in the air
I'm breathing it in
Shorty fine and she bringin a friend
She asked

Easily inspired
Surrounded by jokes
Man they required
For all the trials weren't a hoax
Neither was the crash
So I dashed
See if he aight
Blood

kick on instrumentals
They really can't keep up with your girl
And every time I step up in the booth the greatness unfurls
It's Lil' Britt from the East,

girl but i f**k the hoochies huh
All the strippers at The Alibi know me huh
By Renees hittin plays in my rental huh
Yea thats Rocky on that f****n

Things heatin' up
She just don't want to cool it
Runnin' back to your mans
That's not a problem
Keep me in a bracket
Don't want me in the column
Every time

Verse 1:
Shoutout to my dawg ray

With me from the kennel

It’s all love always

Met you when we was little 

Forever, ima fiddle instrumentals

Give a sermon, change a person
Words with purpose, make them react like that song by Eric Sermon
Look it up, they think I beef, I’mma cook up
Your girl

get that by da bundles
Flexin', finessin'
I'm a business man, I'm bout my commas
And tell that nigga who he fucking wit
I'm Jaye-Osama
I'm movin' on wit

always on my mind
My race portrayed as evil in headlines takes a tole over time
Like moments, the real ones slip by
Conflicted like watching your girls

This whole game
You know
So lame
Your flow game
Has no flame
Its cold
Every time I see a rapper walk by
Chin high
Thinking that he so damn fly
And he be

is so fucking hard man shout out to the producer
I'll be dead by the end of the week, a drug user  huh

She send the addy, I'm fucking on Liv & Maddie