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talking ‘bout bands
I just hope that my son's in the Mumford's
Hope he don't lose his way
The apple don't fall too far
The designer's the future in every

and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep

here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead

I'll run this back for fun
My wife just had our son
The 42 hour long labour and trauma it brung
It

made the cut
I started prancing
Like a bull moose in run
Pawin' and a-snortin'
Near about 50 paw from nothin'
He was red on the head
Aww we want nothing

bulls*t like Picachoo
Haters go to great extents
Just to get a peak at you
And what it do
Make a ni**a look more b*tch than Blue from Blue's Clues
You lose

more perogies on
Please stay, we'd love to have you
Oh, and by the way, my son says he bought an
Album from you on his doorstep in the city"
Mighty

99 Bottles of Beer Lyrics BY: D-Black

1st verse
I knew this player name Heineken his Boy Corona/
Old foster ran a juke joint on the corner/
Colors

Bastard

Tyler, the Creator

Bastard

2009

Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Brought the ting to Nina's album premiere
True, we gotta pass the opp
Block on the way there mum's back from work
I might have to bag up in the BnB
If you

They Got Me

Fat Joe

Poly Sci

1998

to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, y'all niggas need to get real, or get killed!
The 4-fifth, call the men

like, come back to it later
That's like... exactly what this is
Notes
Create two albums, then release one
I'm untitled
The new project, from the projects

Church

This dudes gon' end my career
Damn son that's comedy gold
Your voice sounds like you just ate a cactus
And you're eighty years old
I listened

You your daddy's son, yo, first I hear the beat
I-I get- trap-a-holics mixtape
I'm a real big baller cause I-
Like a light show making big money

never run away from no s**t

The grass is greener on the other side cause it's fertilized by the bulls**t

Woah s**t, Woah s**t

There go Liphy talkin'

and fat?
Because by asking for salt you’re only proving that fact

You can’t hurt me sucka
Cuz every single lil thing hurts me sucka
Tough luck if you tryna

"Sons of Rice"
With my best friend "Bobby"
This album is for all of us
And though I'm sounding jolly
My soul is still back home
I'm here only in body
I am

From the west side
Where the cowboys roam the night
The Monte Carlos rumble by
Under these faded old street lights
Whoa-whoa on the west side

we not acting 

Don't get it twisted for the role they casting

Boy turned MISFIT    

Radical son Call me Bart Simpson 

And if you doubt for

the bull in my life
Makes me not appreciate stuff I love to do I
End up getting lazy put the album aside
Stopped working out and my grades end up fried

They Got Me

John Forté

Poly Sci [Clean]

1998

C.I.'s
Truth or die, shoot the five, uncivilized to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, why'all niggas need

stick talk like we play for a lacrosse team
She throw that pussy like a 4 seam, tell that hoe get off me
Never had a son but these rappers is my offspring

double my songs
Triple the work, quadruple the guns
And I? sell?

I sidestep the bull like a matador
Blaze? like my sons, yeah at it boy
And with you all