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Where the Party At

E-40

The Mail Man

1993

and my name is groupie 
It's Mr. 30-30 givin' up game to all you hoochies 
Bitches always splittin' stick the wood but sometimes wouldn't 
Suckin'

the door so why won't you come,
Why won't you come ?

Blind things should come to an end
I look so ugly in the photographs and 
I don't know what time is it

Barley had the silverware
Or a Pot to piss in

Now I wear the gold on me
While Few diamonds glisten

Niggas still hating
Hoping that u come up

your nigga still drink Pinnacle
Bitch, your taste is pitiful
I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit, call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash,

Don't Fight the Feelin'

Too Short

Life Is...Too Short

1988

dope or sell you blow
Just your average everyday straight bump up bitch
My gold rings come from spitz
Look baby, You know what I want
You're acting

blblblblblbl
Yo You know how d thing go Gringo?
Kushdon
Rah
Up with it

Dawg u nuh see a it this
Gyal a seh mi full a cheese like Ritz Bits
Touch e

Game's Pain

The Game

LAX [Clean]

2008

swear to God, it feel like every day is my birthday
Let the top down, California's my birthplace
So I'ma take you there like B.I.G. took niggaz to New

To speak bold, while the powers that be, are ready, to steal gold
Up your hole like deepthroat, you, heave-ho, but you're ignored, it shows
Only if you take

Crypto is the new wave you should get up on it
I'm saving real currency my gold on the way
I'm changing how I pay KBC i swipe today
I never seen something

them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar
Gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like
Me?

is about to hold up
And watch us both kick some shit
It's sick enough to make all
You fuckin' throw up
Aye! Yo, I'm an animal
I eat rappers, I'm

get it
You bitch ass niggas cant really fuck with it
Better watch out for them boys
Steady creeping up on the map
Wherever I stop and rest, best believe

know, you a crowd shaker ,
You'll travel the cosmic road, as a music maker

In a k-i-m-o-n-o
of Gold
In a k-i-m-o-n-o
of Gold
In a k-i-m-o-n-o
of Gold

by your face
I'm not in a hurry I'm not in a race
Moving fast is just my pace
Moving fast is just my pace
Fasho, yeah
I got to get gone
Need my money

and wrist
Surrounded by some gold boy
Hit the club with 50 bands
Going home broke boy
Heavy weight Medusa head
Tryna touch my toes boy
Diamonds on that bitch

Hardcore

EPMD

Business as Usual

1990

blasters or cap guns son, the real deal
K-A, microphone wrecker E-D
The O, the U, the B, the L to the E
Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship
My name

here... It's cold man... mom... dad... 
But I'm fuckin hot... the rest of my fuckin family... 
Hallucinations... yo... this is what's in my head

I get
You

yea u know we steady stuck.

Yo bitch she keep on staring imma fuck her inna truck
Never caught up in a rut
Know this music is my drug
If you dont feel

to Johnny Gill
New Edition with the mackin', pimpin'
Talking out of place, you better play position
School 'em up, but we don't pay tuition
A** is lucky if I

Get Up 2 Come Down

Cee Lo Green

4eva Is a Mighty Long Time

2017

Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying

do the rest

[Chorus:]

Got you on my mind, in my
Heart all the time, I want you
By my side and I want you
Close, you being far away
Got me feeling

[talking: T-Pain]
Aye
You know what this is man
Pree Ringz, homie
T-Pain
A.K.A. Teddy Bend-your-ass-down
A.K.A. Ted running the bathroom banger

Poppin' Tags

Jay-Z

The Blueprint²: The Gift & the Curse

2002

Armadale, nigga stinky stink
Top, down, my cash is up
Gold chain, I don't give a fuck
Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma
That's right, you in luck ma

I'm beating chest clean up mess I'm flexing on niggas
Only the gang fuck all the rest we next up on niggas
Fuck around talk out ya neck gone we fess