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a created player
Stick a nigga like a taser
.38 with potato
Lamborghini color crayon
Bitch, my shit paid for
Z-01 color mayo
Jeep seats like a egg roll

Take It to the Streets

Rampage

Party over Here '98

1997

Sweet potato, kid crusader, I want a shorty like Jada
Tits are off like a mile later
So we can get buckwild, that's my style
I'm in a mansion in Strong

Take It to the Streets

Rampage

Scouts Honor...By Way of Blood [Clean]

1997

your rap thugs

I'm seein' broads and panties passed around
Rampage is the nigga from underground
Sweet potato, kid crusader, I want a shorty like Jada

Sneaking Up on Ya

Fu-Schnickens

Nervous Breakdown

1994

I puff my cigar an'
sit back and stare while I'm cha-cha-cha-charrin
Watchin Boogie Down, when they used to put me down
Now your mom give me skins

Blue Smoke

Klaatu

Magentalane

1981

an alligator 
And leaping like a hot potato 
When that blue 
Blue smoke gets in your eyes 

Now let us turn to L'Homme Moderne and see 
The ultimate in greed

And you've got bright eyes
Moonlit night skies
Crypt-side picnics polite smiles
Pregnant pauses and puss filled gauzes
Paper-thin pale skin
Bullet holes, ribs

you thought I would've lose
Big Boss Shit man when I'm coming thru
Mouth full of golds money looking like ah Jew
My skin tatted up just like jimmy Q
I

the case (In a maze)
Like speaker with a bass on nigga
Better get your shit rock nigga
I be the last call nigga
Mixed light skin with mix light beam
Bitch

become untethered
From the ground to
Zip forever
Zip forever
It feels like potato peels
That blow around and
Go wherever
Go wherever
They don't care about

the group to succeed out of the league if under their skin they getting bitter
Ina different state of mind that you can’t comp
Only kind to people with

up eat 'em up (Woah)
Good food from the good ground
(So) So good make you breakdown
The skin is edible for some added nutrition
Not sure what it just

Stand in the eye, the eye of the storm
Get down on all fours
Hair whips wet against skin, let the moisture in
Oh the rain it feels like spores
It

what's up
This that seal, this that Key & Peele, Jesus with the wheel
Leave you fried, chip potato peeled, miss me with the spiel
By myself, made me, need

Detectives think that they murdered me
But we all dead with that bloody gleam
Okay
Rising from the grave
Sun rays burn my flesh away
Skin melt Necro that

Potato Head
Way too ahead of myself
So many multiple choices
I'm hearing these voices
Got me second guessin' myself
Wonderin' if I still got it
Like

and you skin your knee
Ya hop to the kitchen for the soap
Only thing you find is some dope 

Crazy as he seems he's coherent
One yell and he's out the door

crawl
Through your maze behind cell bars
Do you leave on parole
Or do you choose a life sentence?
They scroll the plate with mashed potato down the door

keep her close
I love the bread but I don’t need the toast
Gun violence got me so disgusted struggle in my skin like I’m Uncle Ruckus
Got a circle

She drives around with a cigarette hanging down from her red lips                              
A cold six pack of beer on the floor and bag of potato

the mirror
Get in ready in the mirror
(Dip wind wind at my reflection) 

Melanin treble to to the bass snair n brown skin
Lookin like a steak n bake potato

I can get along with just about anyone - but myself
Where can I go? no place to flow, there no place else 
Stuck in this skin, I'm trapped within

in the room with a case of Drain-O
Peels ya skin back like a baked potato
The iconic villain coming with them blonde dimes
With a hundred bitches

of George Jones
I was in high cotton, just a-bangin' on my six-string
A-kickin' at the trash can, walkin' skin and bone

I can see your back porch if I close

mood
The baked chicken breast excuse me ma'am can I have two
End the night with my shorty slapping skins in the back room
Raining bars like a monsoon
So