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Drivin Round

Wu-Block

Wu Block

2012

in the jar
Looking both ways, I'm cautious when I'm ("drivin' round")
Hood rats that's fresh but barely feed they kids
Little kids that's killas

moments, and I live for a livin'
But this for the girls that barely let me get to first base
On some ground ball shit
Cause now I run my city on some town

with caution
Oh
Now he Superman but by day he Clark Kent
I stay evolving yeah that's word to Darwin
Mm
Always hit the mark like I shop at target

shakes his head
Everyone laughs)

By the way
I don’t know the days of the week i
Just go to exactly when my appointment is

We’d just look at each other

Barely hear your buzz
That's why we've got these
Rappers scared of us
These other emcees just don't compare to us

KRS-One, Buckshot we back again
Time for

Olde English

Defari

20/20

2006

Yeah

I'm a L.A. brawler, Gracie Academy hallway loiterer
More shows get my pre-orders up
Six deep, packed in a Ford Explorer
I toured the whole

Back in the Day [Remix]

Ahmad

Ahmad

1994

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not

All these alex jones town impersonators
Mass suicide with faders
Hulk Hogan on steroids
Telling kids oh brother!
Can't even wrestle
Get him by

Lyca

Swarmz

Lyca

2018

a ride no way
If I get caught, in a ride all day
If you talk to the feds that's a boom bye-ay
You can't come 'round mine nigga what no way

This is

addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get

addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get

wondered then as I watched these men
Who flouted King George's might
Would redcoat hordes with
Their glittеring swords
Wreak vengeancе in the night?

Then

sound gonna hold it down
Till the day I die
This 9 to 5 Barely gets me by
But give me some time
I promise I'm gon shine
Don't ask me for a damn dime
When

Like shit
I'm tired of niggas questionin' me
Now I'm in
I gotta have that thing next to me
Went to my pop's closet
The next day I'm pullin' up my pants

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

their voice?
For fucks sake, who are these lobotomists?
As if walls only had one side.
Whispered intimacies might not get through,
But cries

wrote if for you
Know you know it
Turn it into a song for you

Days go by, I try to bottle these tears inside
Here's one more cry
I cry

you disown
Cruzin' through the ocean like I'm Piolet Jones
Got a new wifey, don't got no time for these hoes
Got no time for these hoes
Like I'm Piolet

bought my dawg a
Brick like the other day
He couldn't get his momma
Nothin' on Mother's Day
So I put him on help
Him get his money straight, that's gang

or Draw, ima give this shit my all, Im not trippin about the day to day
I know Ima ball, Be careful who you listen to most these people are frauds
Why you

Wasted

Twiztid

A New Nightmare

wasted! 
Puff, sip, puff, sip, puff, sip, 
Get wasted! 

Gimme a jug of that Crowne
Guzzle that down
What's
I'm trippin' on that now
I can tell by

the state hates on me
I’m tryna get on
Pull up front with my team
(I’m runnin’)
Towards the hills
While guided by trees
While these racist individuals

No

De La Soul

The Grind Date

2004

they shouldn't let you get past the gate
Watch out dog, the watchdog's showing his teeth
(Guess you bit too much shit) they biting your beat
While I

line
But you still came back around
Oooo I said I'll hold you down
These days I am sober now
Why my past keep haunting me
My heart was missing and it

know 
When I’m on the mic 
I don’t playdough 
I bring the noodles 
And the sauce 
Fisher price is for tykes
I’m a mother fucking 
Boss….Bitch 
Get out