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tell that she hurt by
The way that cursing
When we back and forth on the phone (yeah)

I know this might sound a little selfish
(Uh, uh)
I got a lotta

'em at his momma home
Rang the bell, then 'ventually put two shots in his momma dome.

Heres a little story bout a boy that hit licks
Dope man, dope

where the
White mans rich but they daughters still whores
So I gotta lotta pussy offa bein athletic, plus I'm poetic uh
Pretty aesthetic uh, got a little

all that I could take
It's a real good job for someone else, but I can't
Swim another day in the big man's wake
Tell them union boys they better not

The baddest (yeah, uh, yeah)
If I want it then I grab it
I don't care about the price if it's
Nice boy Dax finna have it
Real little nigga been savage
That's

its a whole lotta fun
East Side, Long Beach, thats where it all begun

[Woman]
Nigga thats the shit

[Snoop Dogg]
Turn up the bass, hand me my blizzles

Postin' High

Masta Ace

The Best of Cold Chillin'

2001

and keep snoozin'
Give me a week, in her Benz you'll see me cruisin'
I'll be like, "Yeah, what up, yo?"
(Yo) "Want a lift to the 3 train?" (Yeah, man)  no

Miami Boys

Trick Daddy

International Takeover, Vol. 1

2013

the freedom on the lauds
When the feds stop playing
Drink on the man
Like them ghetto boys
Things on bite with no tags
That's little boy
For all

a little deeper in the well

Come on, Michael
Yeah

Well, a good man needs a good woman, she's the rock that'll make him strong
She'll be there to lean

(Chase Davis on the beat, yeah)

I need the spot with the pots and the pans (pots and the pans)
I got a stick that'll make that boy dance (make

It's Rich Homie nigga
You know the voice nigga
Turn yo speakers up man ya feel me
I need all my sexy bitches
To get that mothafuckin money!
(Dat

the only ones that can't be worn 
Out
By any place any part of the world
And while I'm out on tour keep your hand off my girl
When she's in

The Bridge

bands homeboy
Haters tryin' be my friends homeboy
Pull up in that tour bus everybody
Know what's going on in there
Backroom lotta panties droppin'
Lotta

Dumb All Over

Frank Zappa

You Are What You Is

1981

that's great
Two legs ain't bad
Unless there's a crate
They ship the parts
To mama in
For souvenirs: two ears (get down!)
Not his, not hers, (but what

Yea, just talk to them
Really talking to myself, you know
Yea
Yea
Yea

Yea boy I think they reaching again
Ey, what's the reason that they peeking

Pimp Without a Caddy

Tone-Loc

Cool Hand Loc

1991

cut him and get socked
Roll in my Schwin, blazin up a fattie
Young Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy

Uknowmsayin?
Just a little bad gooseneck,

with them heels on She got a whole lotta ampers, me the feels on Man, I'm body looking good in that outfit He the man, I'm the one she walkin' out with I

to clock it 
My trunk it go up and Im bumping on...
Verse 1:
1 2 3 4 
Dead Man knocking at my doe 
Talking bout a whole lotta hoeshit  
Not knowing that

to be admitted
‘cause it’s all codes in the end, yo
Then the cop that put you in there is acquitted
Nah, bro, that’s a big “No”
Even after they admitted

a d boy
But you scared to hit a bank motherfucker)
That's why your shit ain't right
Know what I' sayin'
(Better get right about your game man)
(Right

focus on me


Big body 760 V twizzy
Keep the heat with me 
Cause the streets risky
Rest in peace Tah Free Spiggy
Lost Boy Mafia man the rest history
40

blunt
I'm lampin' on my front porch
about to put a torch to it
then Coco said don't do it
please don't hit that shit in front of my little four year old

mad, just kinda sad
But it help that these hoes like rap

It's about damn time that the boy LD bout to get up in the fun shit
I'm the goddamn man like

Little by Little

UB40

Signing Off

1980

sleeps in bed.  
That fat boy fills his belly,  
My poor boys's a dead,  
While we say.  
  
[Chorus]

Little by little by little,  
And stone by