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Nooo,Thor!

Florida Boy, Hurricane in The Valley 
Imma Florida Boy, Hurricane in Cali!
We 19 feet deep, If you not around
Imma scream, It's ah Hurricane season

a choice that you make to simply not be destroyed
By all of the labels that tend to make a lot of noise
Yeah, they tell you your purpose
Boy, you know you're

Self Evident

Ani DiFranco

So Much Shouting, So Much Laughter

2002

a weatherman 
To look around and see the weather 
Jeb said he'd deliver Florida, folks 
And boy did he ever 

And we hold these truths to be self evident:

(Yeska)
Living great (¡Epa!)

You can find me in the Valley, but I'm straight from the Tone
It's your boy, TearDrop, hoe, leave me alone
Bitch, stop pushing

That lil' ass bag, and that pussy ass boy won't say it, ayy
Man, you don't come future around this way, nigga (free DDawg)
(PlayBoy on this bitch)

Zone 6 (yeah)
Mountain Park, yeah, the red brick and the blue brick
From Sun Valley (huh?) to Leila Valley
Was selling bags by the pound like it's

on the boulevard
Laughing at the passing boys acting hard
Coming right up to a club near you
Short skirts, tight jeans, without a clue
Yo, Nurbek, these girls look

Come, and bring the pieces to the master
He who organize by size then completes them with the plaster
Now, what should we call it?
After 12,

dirty south   florida water   general chicago   nigga cemetery 
 
the consensual validity of gone off in the muck, 
spread all out with style but no

hot, I cook up like dope in the pan
I stay hot, you know I cant sleep without a fan
Boy I dont cap yea I'm something like a can
Before I fear you I'ma

of the best
His River Valley Farm land
Stood out from the rest

Mr Herb and Ms Bonnie
Had three girls and a boy
Young Kenyon, he still lived at home
With Nancy

the valley air,
You would never know we were ever there,
Run on, we’re all chasing something,
And the end day’s coming
Free as a word sung without a care,

team
Yours
I lost my pride
Alright
I pray to god
Without having to die
Get on the bus
Fix that tie son
Talking suicide
Mmhmm how fucking rad
Talking

R.I.P.

Dirty

The Pimp & da Gangsta

2001

the valley with the shadows of death
My homies gone so I'm walkin this valley all by myself
We miss our boy lil' Willie so much he was like a brother to us

Gotta Give Him Praise
It dont matter if them times hard Gotta Give Him Praise
Valley low or on the mountain top Gotta Give Him Praise
Everyday all day man

Big City Girls

Blues Traveler

Suzie Cracks the Whip

2012

You got one boy
With your right hand
And the other one
You hail a taxi cab

Big city girls you make a mess out of me
Now I'm on my way back

beat
Uh how you want the beef without a patty
Uh how you want the speed without a caddy
Uh how you silicon without the valley
Uh how you smokin' weed

Call Porsche, time to give away a Wraith
Bricks boy, tryna turn 'em into bass
Big boy, I been tryna buy the Braves
Court room soundin' like I'm in

wow them boys is,
What it do, homie, callin' this our  era
2007, we can print our face on paper
Greenbacks, boy, guaranteed to feel that
By any means,

the strength to go over to Florida?
All you ever listen to is 'The Voice of America'."

It was the story of a young English poppet
Who took up with a soldier boy

man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net

So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we

B.O.B.

OutKast

Stankonia

2000

tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But

B.O.B.

OutKast

Street Vibes, Vol. 7

2001

tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But