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Quality Control

Cut Chemist

The Litmus Test

2004

Blow
Finesse, from SP to Casio

Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood

Hear you all the time
I don't really care about that
Real ones on my side
I can guarantee you that
If you by the line, put you back on track
Fuck

Yeah
Ooh, Ooh, Uh huh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I wanna, Ooh
I wanna

I wanna flex on my ex (My yeah)
I wanna bury a check (A check)
Count hundreds by

you check in to it
But the problem is you're probably
Lookin' right through it

It started for me back in seventy-two
I really wasn't sure what I wanted

to conceal the marks on your skin
Cuz if they take you away now
You're letting her win

So lie when they ask if she's ever hurt you
Even if it kills you
Cuz

doesn't mean you can't be who you want to be
Just remember you're you and I'm always me
We can be different and equal, ideal circumstance
We can't be

your phone but you declinin for some vengeance
You're mad in all dimensions
I'm sad your so infectious
I wish that I could take it back when I hit you

of skills,
Stop ridin' my deals,
Stay high on pills,
Boy I hope you go bleed,
Don't be playin' with me,
Little bitch need to watch you sayin' to me,
Talkin'

just scrape it off my lungs
In a room that's full of sheep, I'm the dog that never sleep
Keep a boy cryin' wolf if he watching how I eat
I spit wine

just scrape it off my lungs
In a room that's full of sheep, I'm the dog that never sleep
Keep a boy cryin' wolf if he watching how I eat
I spit wine

mixture (yup yup)
You know you in the midst of greatness
I got a whole list of great shit that you can do
Like bong rips 'til you're wasted (c'mon)

I love y'all
You ain't gon' feel it, my boy
I'ma let you know, get to your money
Yo, I got this

Yo, you can lose money to your limit, yo
You're

I saw her, started walking towards her and her friend, saying a bit, wanting to talk and explore the mind of an angel; 
Had a boy putting her through

Cut to a Merrit Parkway rest-stop 
I'm hit by hemorrhagic shock 
my phone explodes 
and half my leg is Vietnam'd off 
because as sure as the sun

sauntered over you stammered up
Then slowly start to talk
You said
Hey boy what you lookin at
Do you really think that you’re the one
You think you’re the one

Sailing to Philadelphia

Dire Straits

Private Investigations: The Best of Dire Straits & Mark Knopfler

2005

I am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by my own

Shoop

Salt-N-Pepa

Very Necessary

1993

up, Mr. Lover
Like Prince said you're a sexy motha well-a
I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright

Future

DJ Khaled

We The Best Forever [Clean Version]

2011

mark any beat
Spread this to the industry, lyrics like a chopper piece
Flow right through your fitted T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest

address me
Yeah my trigger finger itching hoe that bitch might need caressin'  
Time's up, ya time's up let's cut the tension
I get 'em lined up, them boys

the same
Throwing dirt up on my name
Acting new that's who you ain't
Why you tripping, tie yo lace
Yo boy bugging, catch a fade
Bottle service in my lane

conversation only went south
Made it to a first date through God's grace
Took her to one of my favorite
Places to go when I was a boy, but I was a pretty boring

ain't listenin'
But bitch, I caught you slippin', ay
I caught you slippin'
You've been actin' different
You're missin' the point
You were kissin' my boy

and a pig with a cocaine in your wig
That you try to hide from your wife
Or a boy whose world was turned upside down
By a force he couldn't describe
All I

At a half past ten
And we'd be feelin' alright
So fill up your cup
Let's light it up
You don't have to ask me twice
Let's go late night
Kissin' by the river