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Blue Pink Shades, when I run big deals
Riding round the town with my brand new wheels
Cruise through the city in the morning
Guessing everybody got

and blue discuss, fuck is you to us
You weren't cool with us, get the crew to bust

Tryna make a billi, in the closet im stuck in
I'm a really stuck up

One Long Day

Cold Chisel

You're 13, You're Beautiful and You're Mine

1978

day
laid by dreams
Cotton dresses, a Spanish border town
Dreams so far
From the subway, the crowds heading home
Close each day
In technicolor,

head
And I don't know what to do next
It's like I'm haunted by this f***king potato
And I don't really want that

Potato sleeps in my, sleeps in my bed

backwoods Russian Cream
(Hol up)
Got new tobacco laws but papi got me
(Let's get it)
More connected in my hood than it seems
(Pay attention)
Could get half

Cotton candy trees
Lucille and me
Ba Ba Ba
Draw me out
Into the stars
In your honeyed golden light before the dawn
Send me out
Like a shot
In

of my life
Scrubbing for the shot, I think I lived my life twice
It's Casanova smooth, James classic, bitches with me
Niggas straight up out the blue

flay better than Leatherface and Cook combined
Skin my background to cotton picking at Columbine
Call em back stay on the line
No response me I'm fine

In the back of your mind that's where his hands be
That's where his friends sleep
But his friends are my friends
Made amends with demons
My angels are

sleeps
In his spare time the captain paints vaginas
But the crown prince grows flowers
Return to the bar, return to the dock
I love the city and I love

by and lose in tone, keen, unquantized, j dilla'd  
as valvedrum, screw'd, dj'd, trade blue mud in whorl  
gone blue, all gone off in all this infinite

wrote
Making passive income
Direct deposit in my sleep
Laid up wit a thick bitch
Gripping on them ass cheeks
If I get rich before I wake
Book a flight

Get Silly [Mr. Collipark Remix]

E-40

Beast

2008

ain't a damn thing funny
They ain't hatin' on the music, they hatin' on the money

[E-40]
My house so silly, my money so silly
I make more in a week

Pimplikeness

Proof

Searching for Jerry Garcia [Bonus DVD]

2005

had many in her jaw
Probably hit plenty in the raw (nasty bitch)
I wanna see this bitch naked on my livin' room flo'
And yo bitch, I ain't givin' up

that's why I sleep all day, yeah
How much of me is me how much is medicine
How much of me is me how much is chemical
I choose death by exile that's my

the whole town
Another one gone too soon
Stay poe'd up but I still can't sleep
Feel like someone's watching me
Shot in the street by HPD
Had to hit Pyburn's

Pale September

Fiona Apple

Tidal

1996

And sank in the burrows of my keep

And all my armor falling down
In a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm
As I'm singing him to sleep

on thinking about you
And I need... to catch your eye
I can't sleep... here without you
When you're on my mind...

There's a blue bird... singing by the river,

can sing the blues from way down inside
Cotton fields and little shacks the hot sun on our backs no where to run no where to hide
Try walking in my

dirty traps
Now i got a condo i even sleep good now
My dawg had three condos
I cannot slip now, i have two rondos
I was in 11 division
And they were

The Ballad of the Blue Cyclone

Ray Stevens

Greatest Hits, Vol. 2

1987

Blue Cyclone, Oooh

Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights

weekly for a sexual thrill,
That I frequently self-harmed by sticking needles in my pelvis
They would have locked me up in the looney bin and threw away

Talking Hard Work

Woody Guthrie

Folkways: The Original Vision

1988

for cash and I been robbed on a credit

Worked my way in jail and I worked my way outta jail
Woke up a lot of mornin's, didn't know where I was

like you, your the answer to my prayers
I can see love in yer smile from a mile away
The smell of Apricot an sunshine in ya hair
Cotton Dress Dancin' up