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don't fall in love with a boy like that oh
The kind of boy who never calls you back
And he never has the time to ever work it out oh yea
Don't fall in

wasted but I'm
Making movies by day
And albums by night
Everyday I'm getting paid
Every month is a flight
Found my Mary Jane
We gon get married in

vibes (yah-yah)
Ring my boys like ""Swing by"" (swing by)
You know, we know how to play right (yeah-yeah)
And nou re ja di swing (swing)
Coolin' in

to die before I give the word something 
I’m running out of time, hope the sand don’t fall 
Put my self on the map for the capital 
You a hatin ass nigga

Celebration of the Lizard

The Doors

A Tribute to Jim Morrison [Video]

1992

the rivers and highways
We came down from forests and falls
We came down from Carson and Springfield
We came down from Phoenix enthralled

And I can tell

sure
But that was my, that's who I had in mind
Boom
But so, how did the album come about?
Aight, so check it out, this is how it came about
I had

to a better me
I was sellin 10 a g, scale it out by density
Sippin on some hennessy
I had to break them tendencies

Lucid Livin
I been trippin, got me sippin

when we fall?

Water turned to rum. And breathing to smoking.
A skyscraper isn't the highest state, and love means just fucking
How do I look? What do I

Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
AR by my bed

I'm going out to get fucked up
Pretty boy, blood star
Blue blood, black body bag
I'm a skinzoid anemic
A murdered timeline
Lay it down into the soil

album get the bitches hella lit
New sound new town I'm expanding it
Empire, new car got a turbo in it
Hot boy fraud boy like a top boy Netflix innit
New

where your face went
Lyrically I murder you without a trace
Down the drain, where the case went
I got my bitch rocking Chanel and all that
Fall back

nigga I ain't never really been out flowed by no boy
Your food look just right
I'ma eat your porridge
Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no

your job, album ain't sold
Came through it, a face to the wall ain't do it
Can't prove it, guide by the Lord
Locked behind bars but God knows how

the wire
Can't wait for this year, signs tell me by this time, I'll have a
3.0, DA, Marching Pride, I got an album release and I'm still on the grind
Keep

up so lets ride out
Short Black Boy is in the white housе
You put me there
So know

I just want you to know say I know that my house
And my door my

said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no

Blow It Out

Brad Baker

Tribute to Ludacris [Tribute Sounds]

2005

you ever think of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall

the motions, hope you 'aint never seen shit 
Coachy steppin, harbor out, caught a foul, over green, really disagreements 
You just praying that I fall, and it

reborn
Cracking up the stash in a room I was born
Push a heart to my chest and then break it again
And then just run away when I fall out of pain
I know

dozed, I ain't washed in a week
I ain't changed clothes 'til the Black Album
Y'all rap about 'em, I wrestled in these streets
'Til I tapped out 'em,

what to say, boy 
Maybe since I lost my job, now I ain't gettin' paid, boy 
But I know I'ma still deliver what I said I would 
Album's dropping in

or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out, and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start

Workin' on the album at the same time, you know what I'm sayin?
Visionary boy (C Sick)
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for '96 (yeah)
We gon' do it