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Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)

You sweet like honey and brown sugar
Sun shines when you come around, sugar
Don’t let nobody take your crown,

Frontal lacking taking lift off
Checks is clapping
Got the nigga stacking
If it ain't bout bands you can get off
Watch is heavy want my wrist off
Big body

hahahaha
we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
you know what I'm saying
when you been hit by the bitch
you know it was ment

shit
Talk big shit
When I say fuck the bitch dick up the bitch
Give her the gritty buck fifty cut up the bitch
Give her the licky no sticky we don't love

maker

All day singin', supper on the ground
Old folks and youngins, gather 'round
Every kind of fiddle you ever did see
Come along merry and sit by me

Yeah
In case you didn't know it
This song is sponsored by alcohol
Yeah
So here's my endorsement
Let's turn up a lil' bit
LETS GO!
The turn up is

shock the house
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known

body got me all excited
Drinks on me then you can be on me
Then you can see what we was made for
Turn up the radio, ready to go, John

It’s time

Hey guys

Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but

Trains, Planes and Automobiles

Leaders of the New School

A Future Without a Past...

1991

making love in this fashion

Trains, planes, and automobiles
It's all in the same it's how the wheels turn (Repeat 2x)

[Charlie Brown]
Engine number

for Baptists who love dancin’
Serendipity tonight in London

He didn’t know his face was handsome or that long brown hair was fancied
By lasses dreamin’

Now I'm a real rider 
No passenger seat
We're on the recliner
Been in the gym
Yea I'm getting finer
Touching on my body
Got you ready to play by

YYC Made hitmakers
Yeah, you like that, ayy
Love all the girls keep their bodies original
Live on gram, goddamn she digital
Hands up like she work

without a dial tone
Running by your path while I go and chase a milestone
Still I be showing love for my town tho
Even when their love was up and down like

I know you love, feelin my tongue 
One breath, I fill up my lungs
You got that, brown body you thick in the middle
Ay Shawty let me kiss it a little

forgiven it's my mission to expose my faith
Not by works but handed His Amazing Grace
You died for me and this is how I show my thanks

Oh God see we out

Winter Wonderland

Macy Gray

Epic Records: A Season of Soul and Sounds

2001

that he is Parson Brown
He'll say are you married? We'll say "No man (no man)
But you can do the job when you're in town"

Later on (later on)
We'll

time is just garbage
(Kwame brown)
Feel like 'Bron cuz you got a ring, but really nigga you a Mozgov 
(One shot?)
In the game fucking all up
Even cut

really want no problems with me
Lai got the bars, got the fire, the heat (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Sis is impossible, call me Kim Possible (What's

whats rightfully ours
We need more man like John Brown
I own hundred percent of my soul and my body is just an amour
I am a genius and my pen game will

of national security, making anti-muck 
out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction   
of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by  
you and me

been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the
Come up 'cause you ain't
Tainted by fame And you
Still they little

or name brand clothes
It ain't success...it is my flesh
If I don't go through the pain
Buffet my body fast for days
Get persecuted and be shamed
For His

up in thirty minutes
Now she suckin' on me (woo)
Now I don't need nobody to do nothin' for me
Nigga, I'm bustin' for me (fire)
I went and got it