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LOWRIDER

Ghetts

Big Talk, Vol. 1

2019

You ain't never seen an English boy in a lowrider
Chillin', got rich, yeah, no rider
You ain't slid, you ain't no slider
Heard you got booked for

the cops your son drops
Your little boy will be sent to death by his own pops
Now what you think they got your ass in the path
And your boy dead, if you

Back on the Scene

Rasco

The Birth EP [Pocketslinted]

to let the dice roll
About a-hundred for the toll
Cross my bridge wit' biz, you ain't fuckin' wit' no little kids
We grown men wit' the pen
Me and my boys

Boy you just missed me

Ugh

Broke nigga’s make

Rich niggas ain’t that dumb

And dumb niggas ain’t that rich

Ugh

Broke nigga’s make

Rich niggas

Sneaky

Webbie

Savage Life, Vol. 4

2013

me and you girl its gone be our little secret

Tell that boy you're bout to go out with your home girl 
Then come to me and I can treat you like my

count (cant count)
Pop a little perc' while I'm tryna relapse (relapse)
Spin the block twice, nigga, that's a relap (relap)
Drac' in my pants, now I

the 
Clout
Rich-P said it best, and I think he was on to something
What you saying girl
What you about

Simmer down a little
Kalm down a little
Life of much

hair's tied, no or little makeup
See, I could be a saint like New Orleans
or Bad boy like Rodman in Detroit and
take it back on some 90's ish
Let you serve

the love that I lost, all the days she was mine
Notes with her name spelled with little hearts, now I cry
Ain't afraid to admit it but I'm afraid to keep

to the code, can't switch
Walk dat boy down, fuck em up with that switch

I'm a young nigga, talkin' my shit
So stick to the plan, cause we tryna get rich
We

Bout to catch a vibe by myself on a late night
Hustle for the bag still tryna get the pay right
Can't nobody really match up with me
See a lot

Streets on Fire

Lupe Fiasco

The Cool [Circuit City Exclusive]

2007

say the rich have the cure
The rich say the poor are the source
Revolutionaries say it's psychological war
Invented by the press, just to have

these pocket checkers ma peoples
Always save as much as u can
And don't forget to strive for wealth
And remember to be rich and not look rich
Little drops

in the lights, like I'm rapping in Jersey
Never get elegant in elementary, never learned to write in cursive
Raised by the country B-Boys, I'm

boy
And you know I'm getting filthier like each week I've been down here
Every verse has been a little more lethal

Not to mention my quick

to second thoughts I got them all assorted
Inserted rhythm, rhyme then got it all worded
Heads not bumping then you must be a morbid
I need to get space boy

some pocket change
Turn it to rocket made
To take me high as Ariana's vocal range
Yokel boy was local raised
Go for the broke/ they go for fame
I'm

up an animal zoo
I make the rule now aye
Aye aye
(Run away little boy run away
Run away run away)

to me
So photogenic say she barely has to edit me
Devil on my shoulder why he always trying to lecture me?
Feeling like a saint by the way my karma

Internet fiends, I left the chatter
Time goes by, you know what matter
I been a real, real good boy, gotta get passed the road blocks
Post in the crib,  just

of boys saying I'm tall
And I know there's no way that you'll ever call
Been feeling so fucking lazy
Going a little bit crazy
Some things don't seem

poetic how could you ever forget it
Some niggas sold they soul in exchange for a little fame
Forget it you could never get my credit
That's why I edit

Jericho [DVD; Live]

Simply Red

Starry Night with Simply Red

2005

Listen boy, I'll tell you a thing
I'll make you a career in the business I'm in
I'll make you rich, I'll make you a toy
I'll make you turn over

romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe