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Talking World War III Blues

Bob Dylan

Don't Look Back

1967

could say
He said it was a bad dream
I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though
Them old dreams are only in your head

I said, hold it, Doc, a World War

You niggaz have problems you call the police
Got labeled a snitch boy you niggaz not street
You niggaz have problems you call the police
Got labeled

The bitch was bad
She showed me the pussy
I spazzed
Like Jimmy i been had to blast
We been had the masks
We been had the blues in the stash
We been had

Yea i up next, hear i up next

In these streets best you stick and move
I's a shooter by the oath
Two bad bitches I can't pick and choose like fuck

I don't do dinner dates cause we just skip two sex
Popping this shit by myself, you wanna be me so bad I can tell
Popping this shit by myself, you

get peeled
In the car by one, by two, he killed
By four I booked and flew the jet
On the way LA while on a Lear
She on me bad, so what it is?
Grip

like a juice box
I took that bitch on a date to the moon
I got her hi off the moon rocks
I put that coke in a tube sock
I hid that crack in tool box
Boy

tops
Bad bitch in that blue fox
This big face is in blu ray
And these black diamonds like boondocks
I restore the feelin' of when
Niggas made a killin'

Damn, I told that boy not to try me
Walk in the spot and we wearin' Armani
Yeah, bitch I'm in south dakota, romani
Yeah, gotta bad redhead bitch like Nami

up in line
Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'

My manager call, boom, mouth full of pills, nigga
Tell that boy I'ma see him, nigga
Tell

the heat
I got the money, my life is complete
I got a bad bitch soakin' the sheets
Hit him with G, if he thinking shit sweet
I'm himothy' boy who bigger than

getting chased by the blues
Down for it, you aint down with the crew
Down for it, what they seeing on the news
We aint proud of it, what the hell you gonna

We about to drop forty on your head
We about to drop forty on your head
In my pot, got a jay and it's blue
And it's dead
Want to be the champs, broke

Whole towns of me not resting in peace under white man-made lakes across the United States
I, nurse, cry, as I send black queer boy off with Po-Po
Cuffed

Mafia Music [Edit]

Rick Ross

Mafia Music

2009

the blue is her weed
Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese

Dat boy get salad beef bow movement
BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin' foolish

understimate my point of view 

Give me strength 
Give me joy my boy 
I will always 
Cherish you 

6: Miss Celie's Blues

Sister, you've been on my mind 
Sister,

so i hit a boof
God sent me will and imma use it too
Ooh you a bad one send me yo digits
Gotta fidget a little bit by god im lit
Gotta bitch wit

yeah (woo)

You know friends don't let friends drink alone
Takes a couple good old boys to tie one home
Oh, and if you're gonna make a bad decision

the keys
Got the 3 Stars by my side
To the next level I reside
That's something I can't deny, yea
Since the day I put my pride aside
It ain't no Game Boy

shit behind
Good and bad, two energies combined
Do not try, end your life
You can't see shit you're too blind
Man you sad, I don't give a fuck
I hope you

Baby I ain't shit lil bae go home
Got three fifty two's one straight to his dome
Baby so bad and she won't leave me lone
Got hearts on the sleeve but

Yeah
Yuh
Yuh
Put the blue in my life like a texan
Finna rub on her leg when i spread em
Feel her shakin her legs when i get em
Got 2 phones and i

By the time you get done lovin' find somethin' new
Have you ever been blue
Have you ever been sad
Have you ever paid the price for somethin' you wish

I feel so bad I got a worried mind
I'm so lonesome all the time
Since I left my baby behind on blue bayou
Saving nickels saving dimes
Working till