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Ride 4 You

Master P

Good Side, Bad Side

2004

the life of a thug we wild out in them clubs
T-shirts and do-rags show my niggaz some love
And them fools can't fade us, man these streets they made us
I

and the 3rd
We try your man's, and then put on a shirt

488, right, nigga, I'm turnt
My cup dry, get the whole shit burnt
Push up on a nigga, get my money,

Like the stripe next to the red
Black Gucci sport low cuts soft bottoms
That the mesh is on

Never considered what all this
Money'll do to me
Got white

on your ass (Trademark)
Tell that lil bitch, it's a green beam (yeah)

Put that bitch in sport
I'm knowing that thеse motherfuckers see mе
(yeah, yeah) girl

control
Fajo en el asiento
Cámara de tráfico
Sport Automático
Frío de invierno
Pero llevo puesto
Chapka Pololo
T-Max mototo
T-shirt crococo
Verde popopo
Ça

Gucci, Gucci
Shirt got snakes, it's Gucci, Gucci
If you snitch, you Ratatouille
Duffle bag Gucci, Gucci
Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)

when i had to get it out the dirt
Now it's my time mean grind time & i did wit the same shirt 

I couldn't wait to come home 
Went to the booth to get in

that sport 
& You don’t need the car keys just to start these 
A push of a button and it go 
Horse power, this a new rodeo 
The fourth time that I’m

die
Lookin' for a reason up in the sky

Tiptoe at 2AM
I'll never find that shirt again
Wish I didn't black out
Guess my memories' burnt out
Glitter in

blockwork
First it was bud then it was crack
I'm changing shirts like bitches not sure 
They don't even know who I am 
I'm running low key till my buzz

I'm trynna put this bitch on iTunes or something

Imma hit them where it hurt
Put a nigga on a shirt
Nah fareal
Fuck a shirt put a nigga

Ridin' in the car with no keys (straight up)
Louis V shirt with no sleeves (on God)
Slaughter Gang, nigga, I'm reppin' (21)
Chopper get to preachin',

showed up
Just like bounced checks, rubbin' their necks
And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol
And the parking lots growled
And my old sports

Lonesome Cowboy Nando

Frank Zappa

You Can't Do That on Stage Anymore, Vol. 6

1992

like me, here's what I'll say:

(1971:)

Jimmy carl black:
I'm lonesome cowboy burt.
Speakin' atcha!
Won'tcha smell my fringe-why shirt?
Reekin' atcha!

Still riding round with a strap under my shirt 
Ion know if ima blessing or a curse 
Still can't never trust no hoe woah woah 
Stressing I just roll

The diamonds different colors like it came straight out of crayola
All my niggas trapping we call it a sport
OD on the vibe she geeked like a dork
I'm making

too fast I put that big body in sport
Money grow like tree right now its tall it used to be short

Im so high I might not land, in Oregon, town named

Yeah my shirt ? Yeah it's from Gallery you this shit a band
Yeah this bitch's nigga stay on my dick, yeah his ass a fan
Beat the work right like MJ

litrato ng sikat na manlalaro
Oh kahit anong larangan ng sports ay nandirito
Kung customized na jersey o t-shirt ang hinahanap
Wag kanang mag alinlangan sa

Hundred thousand dollar car I put it in sport
One AM im speeding through the freeway alone
Put you on a T-shirt if you violate my bro
No one seen me do it

(ayy)

Sport teams act tough for the girls
If only they could see above the belt (ayy)
This year, won't come out of my shell
I'll walk into

a sports car whip
All that talking imma take you're bitch
I ain't playing imma up off the rip

Short bitch with a pot of gold, this a new Chanel T-shirt
Why

Ah Ah
And tomorrow my boy got court
Push start, no key
This bitch sport
New team, New Regime
New force
Took ten
Had to get this shit sorted
Sell my

the loneliness that resides inside me
I'm just searching for a victory
To be handed a gold trophy
For all of the exercise
In the sport of my life
Trying to be
In