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2 Step [Remix; Bonus Track]

E-40

Beat'n Down Yo Block [Bonus Track]

2006

can't nobody do it
Quite, like this (ay!)
Ay! Shades on, them Oakley's to be exact
Now when I sang my song, I'm a bring them hoes in the back
And you

of wolves
Waging war

Breed by love
Raised by cold
Taught by war
Wind will carry our song
Walk on light
Hide by night
Sharing life
Beat the skin of the drum

more laws
Bitches lining up on my lawn wearing sports bras

Fans are genius, all my ops are retards
Break up wit a bitch, leave me with a keyed car
I

scratch and claw my way through it
Now I neeed some tape cuz sets (cassette) break
Put a pencil through it and circle back they still couldn't round it up

grow up and be more than
Everyone else in my past, by just recordin', (mm) yeah
I wanna grow to be affordin'
Money enough to make songs feels so

Dedication

Nipsey Hussle

Dedication

2018

congratulate then it look what Nipsey? (Hol' up)

Look, this ain't entertainment, it's for niggas on the slave ship
These songs just the spirituals, I swam

Girl Ridin' Shotgun

Joe Diffie

Girl Ridin' Shotgun

tight blue jeans
She's country, and she ain't afraid to break a nail
Raise hell, or go to jail, I keep her by my side
She's always ready to ride,

with you
Imma break it all down and run these racks up with you
And if you down, let the Mac uplift you
Cause you'll be there by my side when I pack up

And the band starts to play
A ring of fire as he walks up
And stands there by the stage
And he say

Hell yeah, turn it up, right on
Hell yeah Sounds good Sing

rip the buttons off your blouse one by one

First, Imma rip the buttons off your blouse one by one

Then run my tongue down your neck to your bare

something, break something for them, take something from them, shake ‘em 
Change up the formula, replace the saves in their hard drives 
I’ve been in

WHEN HE FEAST
START AT YA FEET
AND SPIT OUT YA TEETH
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN' ON?
AND BY THE END YOU GON' KNOW THE SONG
SENSI STARR HOT LIKE A LOADED GUN

verse seperated by the "Js" that make up their lives,
2nd song to date, that boy Tyler can create,
First, listen to this song wit' your parents drivin'

them in our song

Drink up the porter, drink up the beer
Don’t waste time a-toastin’ just
Givе us a cheer!
Drink up the whiskey, drink up the ryе
Our

The glass of milk lyric, I've come to resent it
But I've had some trouble sleeping since that song ended
8 year old me would be heartbroken I'm not a writer
I

Our lives-are separated by-the hollow stucco rooms that we are in
And our anti-social tendencies provoked by big white walls that are so thin
It's

and broken by what's essentially chatter
I'm done giving myself to what life has sent to me to shatter

You can keep what you give to me that's meant to break

Load my clip up, CLICK UP
Boutta blast you mfs
You can't hold me
In control of myself
But you don't know me
I don't know you
You don't know me
I

of dabs just so I can feel alright
Tell me ain't it funny how I tell my story
Little white kid grew up on the druggies
Didn't have a whole lot
Worried about

Tell Me Where They At Though Huh

I'm stuck alone in my mental like I don't need a break
And as every moment passes I still feel the same
Self love

[Verus 1:]
It's like my lifes a song and everyone knows it
If my lights are on then everyone's home and that's a serious shindig
A guaranteed fix

when I'm in a place to
Show her how I've grown up and moved on
I'll even jam out to our songs
Just not for long cause I can't take it
Held on strong I

to sing that song
Don't snap, get lost we keep a dim light on

Ideas riddle ripple round the old oak tree
Eggs sizzle skillet golden brown hopefully
Good

her trap she gon take over your mind
When she break your heart you gon feel this song
You gon never trust again can't see right from wrong
All these