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Every time i say Slatt
If I couldn’t find my way 
Bitch I’m falling for you 
Yea I’m falling for you 
If I couldn’t find my way
I fall in front

planning to interfere
More reach than inspector gadget when you compare what I'm latching
now those are terrible habits you commandeered
Its the no fall back

nobody, just needed myself
Back in the day, I was gettin' expelled
These other niggas was saved by the bell
I don't want none of that pussy you sell
If that

back in my face

My name was soiled by a last call spill
With a backwash swill and the blackout killed me
Sober on impact from a fall from grace

Take

or fall
So why you come de form like say
Fire no go fit to burn you at all  nooo
Cause no body be actor or boss
By chance we can fall   sooo

When they call

Chocolate Cake

Crowded House

The Very Very Best of Crowded House

2010

Not everyone in New York would pay to see Andrew Lloyd Webber
May his trousers fall down as he bows to the queen and the crown
I don't know what

check cashed at the liquor store (store)
And I'm playing Cash 3 at the Texaco (haha)
Apartment so hot, gave your boy a tan
Swear I just seen the homies

With God on Our Side

Ramblin' Jack Elliott

Me & Bobby McGee

1995

soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I's made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side.

Oh the First World War, boys
It

mind and next time we'll see who's on it
Even my boys think I'm mashing with p's so I'm not
even shocked by the war on the streets
And they think that

Set It Off

Clipse

Not 4 Sale

2008

taxes
Twenty for the feds, the rest under my mattress 
I gave my wallet a Botox injection
A bunch 'a rude boys inna your section
Tryin' to give my tax

Set It Off

Clipse

Set It Off

2011

taxes
Twenty for the feds, the rest under my mattress 
I gave my wallet a Botox injection
A bunch 'a rude boys inna your section
Tryin' to give my tax

sound
Ounce by ounce and pound for pound
Got the shit that's out of bounds
The beat's on time and I hope you feel
Nice and complete like a happy meal

Rude boy Ab-Soul top Dawg rottweiler
Just fall in this motherfucker like

Just tell me when, I'm ready baby
I been ready baby
Since 1987 sometime

Da Last Outlaw

Young Bleed

My Balls & My Word

1998

"Come on out with your hands high!
"Hahahaha, with your hands high! 
Hahhaha huh I better reason with him"

Why don't you ride to the rhythm

good impression by the way you actin
Bitch you selfish

You gotta problem with trust
The only ones around are all connected by blood 
And that's if you

broken
Hand on my heart and my head held high
Boy, I get the pay when the day get by
What you see on the TV are fake and lies
I'm the truth, you could see

Little do you know
How I'm breaking while you fall asleep
Little do you know
I'm still haunted by the memories Little do you know
I'm tryna pick

all a nigga know is get the dough by any means
All about my dough, I can't let a nigga knock me
Still goin' in, I can't let a nigga stop me
Fall

to the bitches who hate me but still dance (ha)
Get it how you live, keep fuckin' that old man (ah-hahaha)
Frontin' ass niggas, showin' they whole hand (hand)

Try and force it, set sail, forget
New queen choking out the used bee
Warning signs unsettled by the fault line
Tried and overturned
Wear your outer

care
if the sense of her life
Is missing

She's out of the game, they play
'Cause prefers
to dance in the rain
In my grey little house
Every day after

WANNA TANGO??
COME ON NiiGGA..WE GOiiN DANCE
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RYTE ON YA FACE
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WiiTH THA BUMP iiN THA BAZZ


(CHORUZ)

crumble
Keep a bad one and stay out of trouble
Then Peter Panner – float in a bubble
iPod Shuffle, cooler than a puddle
Dances with the devil, maybe try

I’m saying no to regrets and
Yes to the chance, baby
Give me your hand
Let's step to the dance and
Yes like we triple winning
Yes like we get