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Percs, Percs, no
No no, Percs, no no no
Oxy yeah (Bop bop bop boom)
(yeah) We smoke dank, we take drank
Fuck what you think
And these diamonds, yeah they

What's going on what's popping, nah I ain't get the memo
I was busy making bops I had 'em moving like jello
And "GOODJOB" left 'em buzzing, yeah I

that's where that thunder at
Niggas tryna slide, they ain't know that I'm gon' double back

Pull up on his bitch, got him screamin' like a thundercat
Bob

a plumber
I'm breaking her back, and I pull out her bundles
Glock 23, boy we not fins rumble
I feel like I'm Jordan, pull up shooting jumpers
We sending

be at the game, I guarantee you we in different seats
I seen you in the nosebleeds, but where I'm at, that isn't cheap
In the Benz, in a Jeep, make

Do The Bart

2 Live Crew

Banned in the U.S.A.: The Luke LP

1990

with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body

We been all crazy, I’m ridin' the hood on the whip like the seats got no people to hold still
She talking all freaky I don’t even know her get hot but

Then hear about it like Kids Bop
Now I got you trending like hip-Hop

Now she got Fendi on flip-flops
Only thing missing is Cartier Wristwatch

Had

Shell yeah Thug's Bunny
Needs an Easter Speshell
Welcome to the main event
So sit back, relax, let's hip hop to it
If you think my rhyme's ain't hot

with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body

bent that bitch over
Fucked her in the back seat
I'm chilling on the block
With my fucking glock
I'm tired of these niggas
So I'm sending em shots
I

Thanx

Sublime

Second Hand Smoke

1997

Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by

Thanx

Sublime

40 Oz. to Freedom [Japan 1998]

1992

Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by

pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not

fair enough

Yo, it's Bob the Ross i pop the rocks
On top of this awfully hot coffee pot!
(Talk to 'em)

I'm making heads bop (Aye)
I'll take your head,

(Bitches slime)

See the pain in these eyes
Death arrives how'd I survive (How did I)
No hope when medics arrive
Few corner stories to tell (Take a seat

Low Low Low 

Bunda baddie sweet like Tom-Tom
Beat that raw we don’t do condom
Back come thick like Stefan London 
Come shake your bum bum come shake

Marley, Tom Hardy, nigga yes
I’m probably God Body, Bob Marley, Tom Hardy in the flesh

Ay, do It for the 7, do It for the 3
Do It for the 9, do It for

Pissed 'cause he got run down
My young G in the back seat
He’s tryna get home on time
Tag on his ankle, curfew
Better flip these packs by 5
And they call

How Hard Is It?

Fugees

Blunted on Reality

1994

New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by

I'm on?
Throw the seat back bitch catch me on tour
Got two or three crack heads living next door
And I haven't been back since
I hit the toy store i

no, no, no, please don't touch me
Take a step back, this finna get ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly
Three by, three by, three by, three by, three by, three,

YPB: The Archive
YPB, bop (wash)
(F12)

(Kweng, Kwengface, baby)
(Ayoludo)
(Scratch mixed it)

We all know about - trips (Brr, brr)
That's

DC, everyone's a builder
Bob in fact, we all got drillers
But not everyone's a killer
Fakin for Twitter, he a camgirl
How he dance for Triller
Getting