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basketball, 'cause I don't play no basketball (nah!)
Disappear with your ho like a magic show
Got the lean on go, but I can't sip slow
Got a beam with

dice-shaker
Try play us, your whole crew will be price payers
Knife-waver, gat-toter, life-taker
Nice flavor, real fruity like Clyde Davis
Sweat suit, fly

of Night
Will you save my child
Go, Tamino play a euphony
A euphony with this flute of magic
Go, Tamino play your euphony
Let me tell you a tale
One of life

heroes"

Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play
Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud
But there's somethin' they don't say
Keep

Produced by: Pluto
Recorded by: 瑞/马红尘 (025 Studio)
Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
Countin’ 7 while I’m hopin’ for the 8 figures
I ain’t got no time to play

the

I've got nothing to lose
Thought about what I do
Making raps in the lab
Scientist to these goons

Imma play with this mob
Like your clowns in the circus

feelings on a catapult
All I want is the love, girl say the truth!
So, I drop my pants, let you play the flute
Let you play the flute!
One day I once dropped

with that
And I
See bad vibes I get away from that
Oh you
Yeah Really tryna play me akh
Hold up
What you really even playing at
Oooooooo I'm on a wave

just tryna get paid at the end of the day
Numbers don't lie but niggas and bitches do
Thinking shit sweet with me tryna play me like a flute
Tryna grow

Fame you up?
I’m in Corpus Christi pressing pills
Bitching bout the WiFi
These shooters shoot they don’t clap
Straight high fives
Mob ties
Like 5 guys
My

Two a dem a mob Bless
Me itch up in a di middle yo
Crack a joke and di two a dem a giggle
Dem nah go blow no man
Like flute nor fiddle yo
Mouth fresh

Out the Moon (Boom, Boom, Boom)

Snoop Dogg

Gridlock'd

1997

known as a thug and thief
So anyone with beef
I gotta slug to sleep
Peep, I'm not no nigga
Figure he can come up
By getting a job, so I mob
Not

High Speed

2Pac

Still I Rise [Clean]

1999

f***in` family a` mournin`
Plus all you itchy-b****y types can`t touch me
Frontin` like your hard
I`ll play your f***in` yard like a trussel

Chorus

doin' tricks
Nighttime prostitute kid, I'ma take your loot
I heard you queer now like Boy George blowin' flutes

With high heels, you stole your mom's

is pumped by the beat
I drop this funk which is bumped by the streets
Well if your ass walking around with your nose all snotty
Knowing nothing bout

with my balls out
Don't like nigga
Call Out
Bitch dont have your arms out
Or hands too, the plans proof
Cuz when we bring the mob out
Fuck it bruh, Call

Your da wants a go oh we have a new challenger
Squeeze him by the neck 'til he looks like an avatar
Third opponent comes a surprise it's your

Guard Your Grill

Naughty by Nature

Naughty by Nature

1991

(Hello?)
Hello, it's '91. Buckle up, guard your grill!
(Har what the fuck?)
Has this ever happened to you?
Can you name this tune?
These victims

Here He Come

Ice Cube

Raw Footage

2008

playin' 'cause I'm focused
You the definition of what a fuckin' joke is
When they see you comin', they play with your emotions
Fuck with my emotions

the fucking door every fucking day

Bitch Mob nigga I'm a vet (Mhm you know it)
And we won't tolerate disrespect
(Nope, no we won't)
Nigga play with us, be

changing never staying the same
Run shoot hit catch play it aim
Acquire fortune to fan
Give it your best shot like clutching the fourth quarter

Play your

around
Hop out the car and I shoot
I'm blowin' they top like a flute
Play with her heart like kazoo
I'm havin' mob ties, you itty bitty guys

the apes
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
If I tell you I'm good, then I'm straight
(Straight) 
You can tell by the mug on my face (Oh oh)
Spin your block, double back
Spin

Uh, look, uh

We use to wear rugged boots
Now it's all tailored suit's
Audemars piguets for my criminal recruit's
Champagne flutes, bumpin' rhythm