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Mrs. Thompson. Come on, let’s go! 

I’m proud to live in America, the Land of Liberty,
 Where there are 50 states in the USA. 
We’re learning all our

I'm flyin' i'm usually high
Get my dick suck by a cutie pie
You sayin I ain't been the
Shit since junior high
You ain't got a truth in ya
Nigga you's

Victory

The Countdown Singers

Hip Hop Grooves

1999

fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you overdid it homes
You in

in my backpack

 
I do this shit for the block
I do this, I do this shit for the block (x2)


My cup full of Texas, purple swag like I’m from Houston

threes
Demons killing with ease
Got us chained by our feet
Got us sweat in the heat
Begging just to be free
Yuh
We just locked with no keys
Got us working

Auld Lang Syne [Millennium Mix]

Kenny G

Faith: A Holiday Album

1999

Time"

"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot." 

"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by

Keep the stick I'll fuck your bitch rhymes
Sickening that you live by such a petty code
Meanwhile I'm ready go when it's tip time; lay it on the line

And gun's on tour buses always belong to the rapper, uh

(Live by it you die by it)
My little man ride around strapped
Hunting for an OP he can catch

Triple X

Too Short

What's My Favorite Word?

2002

dressed her up and played the road 
But all my niggaz out in Texas say the bitch is throwed 
She snort coke, rollin on them triple stacks 
Rated X in

posted up behind that glass
Texas what it is, light reflection on my wrist
Looking like a section, of the complexion on my chick
I don't need a click, all

right
Gotta have you in my life
Yeah you know I'm with it
Baby I ain't kidding
Told you everything in my mind and my business
Tell it how I live
Imma pull

choppin’ wood in cold weather
The go getter
And I’m lickin’ my chapped lips
I’ll keep on swingin’ til a
Disc in my back slips
My ex called me callous
(at

fluid 
I live my life through my music 
Hop out in the newest 
All that i know is stay true to this
How I move through this game I'm so lucrative 
Caught

Took off on em cuz he know that he can't handle this
E-way and I'm speeding u could tell by all the damages
He said he want smoke but no he don't cuz

you'll ask me to put you in my posts)
Who am I though, version 9, young and getting money
On the way up to my prime, still an optimist or something
23, all

mighty for maricons
I might as well put all my killers in YSL
Put my voice on this microphone, put you pussy niggas through hell
Hell's fire, I never lie,

you don’t want that assignment
Nah, I ain’t saying that my clique ball
But in the mall, we blow paper like spitballs
Y’all lame fucks, step your kicks

and the propaganda
They don't want us to live in peace I won't be controlled by the beast
Poets, politricks and the propaganda
Why can't all good people live free must

Red, Meth and B

Cypress Hill

Stoned Raiders [Clean]

2001

the shoes fit like Alan I be too thick
Ever since you hit, yo my new chicks a new bitch
Ya know if I can't eat, ya can't sleep
Plus I'm in denial, I just

Louie bags inside my cargo
The coupe off white like Vitalago
Relationships eh nah nah
money come first in the fast life
Told my ex ##### it could never

to get a reaction 
Said I ain’t shit cuz im not pulling racks in 
But I can do bad on my own like mike Jackson 
Fuck that foreign, I want touring 
I want

Man I was just talking to that hoe she tripping

I-I-I be high off X why I got beef with all my ex's
(Yeah)
P-P-Pouring drank in the H hop off a jet

spitting I'm not lazy, I leave y'all in stupefaction
My life's not a movie, but I'm floating like Aladdin
I've been going fucking crazy, but not close

(huh?)
White chalk on the sidewalk and it's my fault
Gucci keep goin' up, postin' all his whereabouts
In these foreign lands shakin' hands he don't care