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Mama Say

Stephen Marley

John P. Kelly

2001

[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
And hey!
And I see you passing by my way, again
And I'm wondering if we can be good friends
And I see you passing by my

lean on my system for days
We trap on the grave at all night
I see things that she never gon' see
My vision is vivid all night

All night, all night
Come

that's that shit
I like to see the raw tray by your hips
She gon take dis chip... the way that I give it come like full cig
Swear down mans taking

Top Down On Da NAWF

Migos

Culture II

2018

(dope)
Trappin' out of the gym, 2Pac is above of the rim (Devoe)
Watching me like I'm a film
They want the chips, the drip, the sauce, my hoe
I look

let 'em
When it come to the bucks, I gotta get 'em
When it come to my brothers, I can't forget 'em
And she see the money and get sentimental
I pull up

The extra set of keys, the thirty G's
Them chips, the bellies
Had you livin' on your knees (yeah)
Not to mention the laced out crib in Dallas
(yeah yeah yeah

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
I'm talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes

I'll chip my way out of the salt; I'll break out of the Pringle
If I can sprinkle joy into a life that isn't fickle
If I've got a gift then I should

never flip flop
HP nigga hunnit hoes on my cock
HP nigga out here with the bo's on the block
I'm the peoples champ with the bo's like The Rock
Big Stackz

Baby, come and gimme, run gimme

Baby, run come and gimme some love
I've been out all night, I been thuggin'
Back it up for me, push and shove it
How

the clip, I've been bottled with AIDS
20K profit, I'm servin' the city

Take chips out the Cali, come back with them dicks
Walk around with a stag that I

stomach
Aye I be rhyming you know I got perfect timing I'm like Nav wit auctions
Aye I'm Huncho, by the way I be rapping you see me with money (Yea)

Shot

force to
His head and I dread
To see how much blood that I shed
Because I know most of the
Blood comes from his head
My favourite colours are purple

high?
Why not blow all this good kush in the sky?
Why not go out and get dressed 'cause I'm fly?
Why not get all of these chips? I'm that guy
Why not?

in raw
And talking shit in others ears
Come to find out
It's been going on for years
I was too blind to see
All the bullshit you smear
Negative energy

Don't Stop

Spice 1

Souls on Ice

1997

[Talking - see-Bo]
First off we the mutha fuckin Thug Lords
Now for all you niggas bangin, that mutha fuckin West Coast like nigga?

till the come up just play the position (you better)
Even though I’m always doubted know I’ll make it I’m different (aye)
I’m smoking og by the ounce

Young Ladies

Guru

Collabs Tape

2006

real 
True at heart, I want to see how you really feel 
Take off your mask and reveal...

[Patra] 
Tell dem come wind 
Only if you can make her

and then run from me
I’m poppin’ off in your hood with no company
come on, Queens aint showing you no love
I was there the other night poppin’ bottles with

Homie picked me up
We got pulled over by the police

He gets out the car and start dumping
I ran
I mean, what
Uh, uh, uh, shit

See, I feel everything,

switch
Cause they green start to fade from chasing a bitch
I wasn't chasing no pussy I was chasing these chips
Really out here making bands when you was

to sort out what the flashbacks mean
System overload

My mind shut off in an effort to protect me
Bits and pieces of the scene kept me up at night with all

eat some fish and chips
Listen to Prof and Rahzwell
I like a bit of tea and Lager in the morning
When I'm hung over

Gotta get up gotta get out
Gotta

a sun stroke, oh, you got heart?
I'll blow it out followed by blunt smoke
It's on, I'm up first, watch 'em every step like a upskirt
Like my trust