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Christmas to you, my dear Bob!”

And Scrooge was better than his word,
He did it all and so much more.

And Tiny Tim didn't die
The man stood always by his

A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright

Tom Petty's gone
And I'm long gone, and
How am I gonna make amends
With myself for never

your spine
Eye for an eye
Would you Die for a dime
Tell a few lies and I'll fuck up your life
It's all in your mind
Make a few bob
Then cut a few ties

Tom Cruise
Mile high the way I

Lick the pussy like the alphabet,
Tryna get a lil nasty if you into that
Round three and we ain't finished yet
Pop that

surrounded by paper chasers, money makers, and cappers
Two Benzes and Tom Ford, I spray, let me get this pay today
Used to rock J's, but now I'm Yve Saint

Young G's

The Notorious B.I.G.

Special Dedication

I loved to multiply
And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi' before I die
It's gonna happen whether rappin' or clappin' have it your way
Cause if

Young G's

The Notorious B.I.G.

Hip Hop: The Collection, Vol. 2

2005

I loved to multiply
And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi' before I die
It's gonna happen whether rappin' or clappin' have it your way
Cause if

The Adventures of Greggery Peccary

Frank Zappa

Studio Tan

attacked
By a rage of hunchmen!
Making his way through the
Evening traffic, greggery notices
That the other vehicles which
Crowd and bump his little red car

the long run
But bitch I'd rather do it by my lonesome
It's Bob Almighty going down like the London
Boy you burn your bridge you know you on some
Tried

With my guy in the Box Chevy
He got a job, used to move rock steady
Windows shaking when the bass drop heavy
Nigga driving like he the black Tom

Bring It Out of Me

Pacewon

Won

2002

ice blue stones

Yo, they sell weed around my way, crooked eye, do or die
Brew and lye come together like two-for-fives
Smokin out 'til my brain

nicht
Sie reiten auf Elefanten und sie verfolgen mich
Aber ich häng' sie ab, doch was klappert hier?
Da entdeck' ich die Schlange und sie schnappt nach

nicht
Sie reiten auf Elefanten und sie verfolgen mich
Aber ich häng' sie ab, doch was klappert hier?
Da entdeck' ich die Schlange und sie schnappt nach

Wrap Sumden

Nelly

Country Grammar

2000

see me stroll by
In the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye
I'm sick now, I think I'm catching glaucoma
Standing on the corner, looking for weed donors

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

call us hotheads? I'd
Say we're dead shots
No, you won't get far when
You're held up by Deadlock
Everybody needs a family - mine
Is ride or die even when

okay, but for them
George, Patrick, Tom, Bob
I don't care who it was, as long as I'm away from you, I'll be so happy with my life
Goodbye, I know this is

Bob's on the radio
I'm talking to the ghost of Stevie-Ray
Down by the windmill
And Mr Tambourine man stand up and sing a little
I don't care what

To hang him till he died

Trowbridge town, crooked town
Yes, it did for young poor Tom
As the mill burnt in flames
He slept a drunken song

For the want

you call me
Because if I'm a criminal what about bankers on Wall Street?
Or the fast food industry that be feeding us horse meat?
Been this way since

pop up like a gat surprise
My motto is kill track or die
Beef forget it now
Your piece set it down
I done already touched more kids than a pedophile

And I don't wanna die- (Great John on the beat by the way)
I don't-I don't wanna die young and-

Ayy, I don't wanna die young, so I stay with a stick

a different schedule
ain't know  I'll pop this biG, that's 40 racks or better

Street lights, my gang up under them
Step on shit, bob barkers, these ain't Tim's

the realest my nigga no i can't fake this shit
Im blinded by the power and the money man i hate this shit
Steady praying to god now
I aint afraid to die now