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a habit that I've nurtured G

Got heat 

Mr. Burns bruddah third degree

I wanna be on the furthest beach

My girl in an all black Nike bikini with

(oh)
Hit different when I'm sittin' here
Alone, all by myself (alone, all by myself)
Hit different when I think you might be
With somebody else (ooh,

Victorian squid is a delight
For all the family because
It's greasy and hot
When you've had lots
Then you'll want more

There's old H.G. Wells
Lying

Grab the boys and let's play some tunes feelin' really good by the beach side soon
I don't what you want from me but I 'll play my songs for free
I don't

and counting that ain't gone stop (ain't gone stop nigga)
Oh You must not have heard NC a HT BY a Fucking HT BY (Fire)
Palm Beach County is where I stay
Y'all

Please stop your lying girl
And speak the truth
If you don't love that guy
Tell him you don't
Every night you're on the beach
With another guy

living alone telling me about their recent  trip then her other friend came by Ann was telling us about going for cheeseburgers on Staten Island but that

Now Is the Time

Snoop Dogg

Duces n' Trays: The Old Fashioned Way

2001

with my clique get your bitch ass touched
All my comrades bomb back it's as sick as fuck
2-1 till I'm done never run from the turf
Check the badge boy

stolen (ain't been stolen long)
Looked like hell but felt like home to me
Eagles got us down to California (songs we're singing on)
Beach Boys got us

stolen (ain't been stolen long)
Looked like hell but felt like home to me
Eagles got us down to California (songs we're singing on)
Beach Boys got us

Calis all that thats why im camping
Out here for right now
Because the moneys goodplus i get to kick
It with the boys in the hood
Holly wood remind

In This House

Lil Wayne

In This House

pockets swole (the money)
Big bankroll, top floor South Beach (top)
Long money Gucci, ask your bitch 'bout me (ask)
Penthouse suite, four hoes, two weeks

The Game Belongs to Me

UGK

Underground Kingz

2007

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ

I'm-I'm-I'm connected everywhere (that's the homie)

Everywhere I go all of the people know my name
It's ya big homie Snoopy, just tell 'em you with me
I

look at what's become you
I don't know and don't even wanna confront you

You ain't my nigga
You ain't my nigga
T'es pas mon boy
T'es pas mon boy

You

niggas did that
Any nigga that shot at my bros
I swear to god niggas shot back
Yeah shout that boy quez
Yeah he trap by the store
What a nigga been through

snack
I'm Santa Claus down to Panama beach drunk in my underalls
Playing underwear volleyball with ya bra
I ain't bothered by your triple D's, not at all

I'll Tell Me Ma

The Dubliners

The Best of the Dubliners: Irish Favorites

1967

I'll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pulled me hair, stolen me comb
But that's alright, till I go home

She is

Notorious B.I.G.

The Notorious B.I.G.

Born Again

1999

of here
Nigga be snoring all night I can't sleep (Notorious)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)

Ngega! (Alone)
Ndingori ndega here?! (All by myself?!)
Ndega! (Alone)
Ndakangomira here?! (Taking a stand, really?)
Ngega! (Alone)
Ndingori ndega

Bill Collector, man, I feel like Dizzy Bone

Still get calls collected, I want all my niggas home, I had Keisha and Nicole, on the beach with
Keisha

on first
Or your skin get burnt with a full cup of team
Look at me, look at G
Little southwest boy down by the beach
Make sure you put that jam on last

They're from the hood too
(most of them) so they'll
Be feeling the inmates

Not all of them were into prostitution
Some would just have sex
With the inmates

wine and lasagna
Lampin', massages on the hands and the feet
Neck full of stones and I brought sand to the beach
The benefits of life when we're all in