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she spent
She has a car, 1990 brand new Jaguar
Fly kit, with chrome rims that's five star
That she bought when I was away on tour
Hittin' my bank

are you riding for
I told you, baby, for the nine, of course
But hold on, baby, I don't ride by force
I'm sorry, I declined your calls
And trust me, I

Smith Bros.

Raekwon

The Lex Diamond Story [Clean]

2003

shit

[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]
My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo
Pull out them burners

been flooded by
Has beens and never will be ringtone rappers
Hmm what's the deal with these ringtones
Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though
Thus

And the bubbles just double up, and you struggle, but luck is up
'Cause I'm subtle at covering up the trouble
Cover up the crime scene, 1990, that's my scene!
My

it like the OG
Flip it and reverse it
Go
Double dutching on the beat
Let the records show
Hip-Hop test tube baby
Born on a sample
If they don't

by my collar
Like a veteran can't hold me down

Never
But when the end day, they try
It's comedy
Ha ha ha ha ha

David Letterman live in the alley in

ah ah)
Gucci Prada Fendi ( ah ah)
Me i no dey talk plenty ( ah ah)
Bad boy since 1990 ( ah ah)
Ikebe dey cure my conjil ( ah ah)
Oh baby whine am for

of chocolates provided by the bosses
So that's my dinner right there

Working Christmas Day or Saviour's Day
As Cliff calls it on his number one from 1990

We'll

to learn to be a kid to embrace my gifts
Oh, I'm feelin' this
Yo, I'm super rich
I'm from a place where the talent is effortless
Richland County baby, so I'm

dedicated to all those who made me
This goes to you
Let's go
Son of Robert and Venita born in 1990
Made it to 2018 and as I look behind me
I ponder, how has

The Evil That Men Do

Ras Kass

Soul on Ice

1996

the night
I covered myself with baby powder, so my black ass could be light
Cause God is white, and Bo Derek is a ten
I hate my black skin, it's just a sin

nigga and I told you
Hit the booth and go super sayian all My niggas calling me goku
90’s baby, 1990 baby, bumping Throwbacks drunk driving crazy
Got

The Rugged Onez

Shyheim

Shyheim a/k/a the Rugged Child

1994

and a hatchet
What's that? Some ill shit kid you can't match it
Don't even try to meet it cause you can't fucking catch it
(Aww fuck!) Baby you're shit outta

and I hate you,
And I'm trying my best to replace you

Born in 1990 but I'm feeling sorta 80's
And I swear to the devil
I can sell a crack rock (Crack

1990 libra born in Golden State
Bouta eat it up like a dinner plate
Rather not walk, naw we just wanna skate
Cali sun so hot, need a breeze on my

1990 Porsche Carrera with the sun roof on it
MGM, flopped a ten, put double on it
Summer timing the ceiling drop you can hear the sirens
First class,

for my pen
Growing up, inspired by the sounds on the tele 
Pretty sure the same was true in momma's belly
So a garage band was my focus, then eventually

these lines are longitudinal
I'm likely linked to Lazarus
Describe me with no adjective
Then love me where my mattress is
By morning I'll be gone
Sunrise,

jo, na-do hii shit for fun
But the bars is tight, ask my nigga GuyOne, uh

In this Nairobi, where we get money
Hoes work late, but babies die early
Mama

to start.
Baby, It is party time.
Espresso double double shots.
I, I will not sleep tonight.
Tomorrow is a holiday.
Espresso double double shots.
I think I

I'd rather pay you to leave me before I slide my debit 
Baby they say that time is money I say time is credit 
Cause once you're deaded you can never

Scotti Nick wake Up Everybody get Over
Written by Madonna Ciccone and Stephen Bray

You get under my skin when I'm next to you
Get over every little

team, don't know my team
No jersey, baby, and I ain't no coach
But you, girl, you the one
And I think I like you too
And I'm leaving here by, like, 3