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be around, 
and when you get over, 
wanna a second round.

i may keep you up, 
i may keep you high
i wanna see all your demons 
dance along with mine

Enjoy the Night

Xzibit

Napalm

2012

a way
Everything is ok
Baby lift your cup up
Enjoy the night, enjoy the night

Amsterdam to Tokyo longitude only I can know
Latitude is my attitude

Black Out

Young Thug

Jungle Rules

2017

Hop up out the mothafuckin' Bentley with a big ol' pistol on my side
I don't want nathan with none of y'all, bro, y'all all gon' die
All these niggas

Wasted

Twiztid

A New Nightmare

phone
I don't give a fuck, though
Hand me a Dixie cup and a Red Bull
And I'mma mix it up with something special to make ya head go
Ooo wee ooo wee,

Neva Broke

E-40

The Mail Man

1993

said "How does it feel" I said "Good"
She said "You know this ain't the way to mix business with pleasure"
I said "I know this ain't the weather

came home (Ha)
They ain't wanna look out for my children
(Ha) now the fact I'm back, I been
Gettin' stacks, don't fuck with 'em
Tell 'em let's do it

Curry with the pot, Draymond with the Glock
Turn your body into clay, I see your truck and shoot it all the way up
Catch me on the west like 'Ye

should
Mix the henney and patron To get as fucked up as I could
You don't like me that's good
Imma just call up my guys
They gon set you up and knock you

Screaming fuck how it turn out
It's all about the totals
It's all about my brodies
Don't you know we some immortals
I pull up in that Lotus
Smoking rigor

Way too sober where the coca
I don't mix my liq with soda
Smoking green just like I'm Yoda 
Yeah bitch mi vida loca

Alright where do I begin 
First

The way I apply pressure
Do not test your luck
Light em up
Like some damn Skechers
Making moves that shit routine
Aztec killed it with the beat
Rolling up

Don't See Us

The Roots

Things Fall Apart

1999

out, yo yo

You don't see us, but we see you
You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's
'Cause you will get crept, wit' no discrept
You know

Check me out 415 on your mind one time 
Yea

I produce and i rap even mix my own stuff dude
Call me russ two if you don't like me then fuck you
I

back it's like
You revolve with your shit on safety
You might as well of wanted the Lux
Cause now when you got heat
It's like you still
Ain't Loaded

Thinking war up in my head, now i mix dog water with fanta
told lil Bro, watch that back door, you'll get snaked, you don't know no better
Doing jail time

fast
I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your ass
You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools,

Rap Game

Eminem

8 Mile

2002

fast
I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your ass
You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools,

and SSC
Young Dinero he next merci
When we pull up we copping the best renti
HRV's but don't total it
Way that we driving look like we stolen it
Everybody

time
Traumatized me with your behaviour
I left you but I came back as saviour 
We don't gotta talk about it
Let it be and leave it in silence, silence

before I crash
I'm goin from GA to NY 
That's no cap 
That shit straight facts (That shit straight what)
I mix double C's with LV seams 
That's on my back

at Marshalls
Get off your lunch break and get back to scanning barcodes
I keep breaking records, bumping Monte Carlo
I been feigning for it, watching through

real, yo
We murder by numbers
Tastin' cheeba, sippin' tea in a coupe
Silencer, that's
Lay you under cars eat your fruit
Will more stripes than Adidas set

Gee Den
Two container ah don ship go
Gee Den
Me yone wata na Vimto
Ah Gee Den
Amerikin accent pa me Krio
Gee Den
Dae mix the Henny with the Poyo
Gee Den

(Wake up, F1lthy)
Ayy, yeah, yeah, I mix Tech with Wock', ayy
I mix Tech with Wock', ayy
I mix that with her
Ayy, whoa, ayy, whoa, ayy

I mix Tech