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Off That Chewy

Dre Dog

New Jim Jones [Clean]

2006

high
2 to 3 blunts and watch the red eyes
Plot, watch me plot
911, 415, coughnut I'm in a hot spot
Get ya glock, and ya gauge your there for me

There's a River in the Valley Made of Melting Snow

A Silver Mt. Zion

Pretty Little Lightning Paw

Mystery and wonder did light up the valley
To be beat back by dark clouds
And a harsh reeking wind

And that battle staggered through three awful

burnt by the 3 KKKs- 400 plus years beginning stage- 40 acres and a mule- where it’s at I’m confused- only country it’s a crime to send ya kids to school-

And a matter of money to put in your poke
But, as for the guilders, what we spoke
Of them, as you very well know, was in joke.
Beside, our losses have made us

runnin' to the spot
Keep the gun by the crotch
Case you run into the ops
Boy hop, boy hop, boy street money off top
These niggas just frontin'
We made 100

He'd give me the keys to his flat in Greenpoint if I needed a place to crash
I could sleep on the futon by his bed 
But I'm not sure he knows who I am

through, I knew what to do
It was the only chance for me

(Verse 3)
But I would not move, I made up my mind
By that window I stood, just looking inside

place 
By the way ask him how my dick taste 
Silly bitch I think you got it fucked up 
Why you all up on my dick tryna hit the cup 
Made her swallow all

a bit of dirt but I've never got caught
If you wanna live like me well shit that's gonna cost lots
I don't fuck with trucks unless that shit is made by

Your gentle veins are
Poisonously red

[Verse 2]
I live in debt
I'll die indebted to your hold
Born again
I swear I wouldn't breathe a word
If you can

Because LP Six don't play that nigga
We ain't giving out no safe pass nigga

Yup, yup, yup, yup
Pussy niggas talking made me paint
The fucking city red
I

My arm was asleep
The majority
I put on three
Just hoping you'd stay

Fragile and serene
Caring in extremes
Never want you to leave

Nothing worth

on the regs
On Heat FM, you can ask bare heads
I was on radio, you was on peds
I was in education, you was in the red
I was writing bars sitting on my bed
You

Awake Like an Owl

Andre Nickatina

Daiquiri Factory Cocaine Raps, Vol. 2

Sometimes I gotta lie to protect my crime

I call my lawyer
Bail bonds keep me on the streets
Three in the mornin' I'm at the club with the freaks
But I

ain't lookin' for alliances)
Pourin' red, I got a pint of it, it help my sinuses (uh)
They try to tell us play by the rules, but I don't comply to it,

That I got are like earth wind, fire water can't hurt him
Drinkin like Irishmen can you see the red in my fur trim
Had to sea all these urchins, curve em

to face, they evade it
By rappers I'm hated
Because I'm fly, while they just levitated
As the hating escalated
My flow, it just elevated bitches I made it

boogers in it
My team shine, came up from T-line
Street life, city boy
I never got it by the seaside
I've got shooters in South
And West and Eastside

Now you playin' red-rover on the defense
And I'm on the other sidе wearin' body armor
And it's made of spikes
Is your lifе worth your fightin' honor?

The Maggot

Goldie Lookin Chain

Straight Outta Newport

2005

To takin' belongings in my ultimate goal
I'll take your China and your silver and your soul
By darkness and night I shimmy up the drain-pipe

The maggot,

(I I I I I love Chris Rich, HONEYWOODSIX)
(Yes, Chucks)

Young but them OG's threw gems and I listened
Especially how you get that yola
Back in

bowl into my shows

Ziggy, how you smashing?

In a pro-wide navigator limousine made by Lincoln

You know I put the shine on my Dayton

And the put

WHISKEY AND FIRE
BRENN HILL/Red Cliffs Press Music (BMI)

VERSE 1:
Whiskey and fire was all a man had
When the arrow or the knife made the blood

Left your three-page letter
Sitting on the yellow dresser
You asked me to read it
Said it should make me cry
When I left you in the garden