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keep it low
Steady onna road
Yea yea yea

3 skale
Standing at the door
Me don storm
Knockin down a hoe
Said he telling on his bro
we ain't trusting

the game
Poor folks will be waiting for change
Shit still stays the same
And we ain't really mad 'bout life
Just aggravated by this fight
Our Stealth Bombers

to fight
I know when it’s calm
I know how to talk
She think I’m a star
Cellular ringing at 3 in the morn
Picking it up and she playin’ my song
Lullaby

leave a message half past three
I guess we both can't fall asleep
Stop the fight and you can swing by
Make a shape on the stars in sky
Or we could watch

to sit my ass down
I'm taking battery nigga
Just watch from the side lines
Don't ask me to fuck with yo songs
Cause you don't like mine
We been knew you

don't ask me if I feel niggas
I wrote this one for the streets, mail it to all my real niggas
And we do pop ups at niggas door, leave em dead at their

do feel envy from people posed to be close to me
Behind closed doors they throwing salt and they roasting me
Bless them with my Rosarie forgiveness is

not a three course meal I'm starving for more
I'm powering down, I need to refill all my energy
Drain it from my enemies
Pretend to be your bro but

how he put together such a run
This shit was funded by passion, I make it happen in this hoe
Try to bring my vibe
All the way, down to the floor
But I'm

the club, nuk po nalet
She fucks with the opps, nuk falet
Leni hallet, I du paret
Boot down doors edhe midis Tiranet
They want me on the wing like Mahrez

found a bench
To take a rest
And listen to the trumpets
As the buskers, they play their songs by the lake
That's when the angel reappeared
In the distance

I came a long way from just sitting out on a stoop
In case it goes down, mutual place to re-group
I was thinking four door but I'm sort of feeling

Industry Groupie

Chamillionaire

Ultimate Victory [International Version]

2007

[Intro:]
Yeah, On behalf of Chamillitary Entertainment
I'd like to extent my deepest apologies
To anyone who feels they are offended by

I want a big ole chain
I'll get it the size of Texas
I'll get me a belly to show off success
Down below is where the Wild West is
Scrap the bottom,

whose time is short and soon to expire

So please, lay down your weapons
See, it's less about our intentions and more about our misconceptions
It depends

The last time I wrote a song about giving it up
I only gave it up for maybe three months
I tell myself that I do it to relieve the stress
But

got cheated on
By a bitch I made a thousands song for
Just shows word to god
That you can't trust these trash bastardly whores
Got a big feature opened

the boat
They think they can't live without you, but I know they won't
Jesus was knockin', open up the door, but I know they don't
I'm givin' you a reason

No filters on your pictures I like to see you natural

Sweatpants with your hair down I like it when you casual 

Every girl I meet feel like they

Mama Don't Understand

Ambrosia

Anthology

1997

My mama don't understand
She's impossible to the core
Now she says that she's gettin' married
He's a friend of a friend of the boy next door

Positively Bodies Parking Lot

Mojo Nixon & Skid Roper

Bo-Day-Shus!!!

1987

Harvey's teeth are scaring me, go down to the ditch to take a pee
Crickets are singing a Beat Farmers song I can smell Alberto's mighty
strong
Jack bent

Adrenaline

Swollen Members

Heavy

2003

[Chorus]
We gonna rock the whole crowd
Come to your town, Smash the door down
Trash the whole room
Kick the walls in, night to morning
Then we do it

Jack 

Trying to paint them fucking red doors black 

Like that spilled milk spoiled 

When Bill Gates and Ted Turner rub each other down with

screamin'
No Limit soldiers

One, two, three and to the four
Snoop Doggy Doggy, Dr Dre is at the door
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
'Cause