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grindin' again (I'm back)
Writin', rhymin' again
Firing skengs, yeah it's Fred yet again
Manna put a line in your ends
Aggy, so much gold it's chavvy

Sleigh Ride

SHeDAISY

Brand New Year

2000

a sleigh ride together with you, with you

There's a Christmas party at the home of Farmer Fred
It'll be the perfect ending to the perfect day
It'll

passed yeah
I think I learned from my past yeah
I need a hit of the gas yeah
I bent the curb and I crashed yeah
Sorry your honer I'm bad yeah
I'm bout

you probably want a slave
So, all my partners gon' behave
Free to fall into my grace

Still ridin', still ridin', still lookin' lookin', yeah
Still

Gangsta Nation

Westside Connection

Terrorist Threats [Clean]

2003

na na na na na na na (what what)
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na (yeah yeah)
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na

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dutch
Ow, the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by myself
Twenty

I Pledge Alligence

Snoop Dogg

Duces n' Trays: The Old Fashioned Way

2001

the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by myself
Twenty out

the children (Shh)
If you scared, tap out and hol' at ()
I slang Fred Flinstone, I make the bed rock
(Bed rock) drippin' wet Versace sheets
She left a wet spot

Gangsta Nation [Multimedia Track]

Westside Connection

Terrorist Threats [Clean]

2003

(ohh ohh)
Na na na na na na na na (what what)
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na (yeah yeah)
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na

Bobby Brown Goes Down

Frank Zappa

The Supplement Tape

1990

you, people, I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then
Oh, she tried to make me say when
She had

Bobby Brown Goes Down

Frank Zappa

Sheik Yerbouti

you, people, I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then
Oh, she tried to make me say when
She had

I Get Wrecked

Tim Dog

Do or Die

1993

of the Boogie Down
Hit em like this, hoooooooo

[Chorus:] Tim Dog (KRS-One in parenthesis)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, can I get a yes (yes)
Can I get another one, yes

Tylenol
My beauty under control
Stop to call, bitch

Bitch, bitch,
Bitch, bitch,
BITCH, BITCH !

Written by: Fred Warner

Yeah
This is that West Coast Sounding
New York mentality type joint
Yeah
D. Steele on it, uhh
I can hear Snoop on this joint but I ain't got

me new discovery
Roses and other puffery
Hers is warm and presumptively
Charming but anti-mummery
I've concluded in summary
Swept away by her cunning

cause I'm going so hard other brothers stay limp like Fred Durst
But my African soul's the only thing I can claim not saying that I was abandoned by

feeling what I'm saying wave your hands like this
Yeah
Fred Hampton said it's a privilege to give your life for the people
I recommissioned my image,

licks at Fred meyers and shit
Yeah I was sick. Swear to God I knew that life was a bitch
And only pain turns you into a dick
You give an inch and they

When Fred comes up to you and he says,
"Do you wanna go to a party Friday night?"
cnd you don't know how to tell him no
But you know that these

goons, if I run up in your shit, you best believe I got a tool
I keep a Mack, nigga, and you just walkin' like you cool
Take that nigga shoes, yeah aight

Yeah
What have I learned
In my life now
I'll show you
How to lose a wife yeah
And take a life down life down
You scared of sea
Cause you might

bitches.  I fell in love once or twice cause yeah them hoes a get cha. I ain’t espousing niggas but my city know for pimping. The baddest strip clubs

woah)
Check, check (Yeah, yeah)

Mic check (That's a fact)
1, 2, 1, 2, I'ma (Bring it back)
I'ma, I'ma gun you, 1, 2
Down (I'm a rat)
I'm on town, I'm