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I wasn't used to all the stylish clothes you wear  
You'd drive me crazy every time you'd do your hair   
I felt so alive from the way you made me

Pimp On

Z-Ro

Look What You Did to Me

1998

those jeans
Got a crease, and it never ceased to amaze me
By the individual hustle, that'd pay me
When I got to provide for my baby, and maybe
I be

list in order
This the album of the year by a long shot
Barkin' got your dog dropped
Please don't tamper with my bucks, Mike Alstott
I don't care

hustles, my thugs, my peers
While I G4 flight and my eyes and my ears
New chains, new jewels, new custom, new year
See the jewels D&Gs LV's on the?

adjust like I'm changing the file
G.O.D took me up through yeah I got a new style
Now tell me how I got to live and give a person life
When I struggle like

I'd just use a rope
Or a noose of some kind, no matter what i'll be choking
Out of breath now, just like my last album
What's the point of finding ways

Inside my mind"
Winter was cold
Used to sit by the fire now
Momma getting mad
Better turn them fucking lights out
Kicking life's ass
Turn this album to my

there for you
For us, for us

I sang about the quest on the first take
Projected where I'd find love in a new way
Landed on the motherland in February

and they’d applaud
Without hearing a single word, word
Hop in the whip and swerve, swerve
They wanna hear I’m broke
But I made 20k off of the shirt, shirt
That

Let It Go

Bob Geldof

The Vegetarians of Love

1990

go


*taken from the album "The Vegetarians of Love"
*written by Bob Geldof

the new one
I knew son, from right up the block, they called him B.I.
Rolled around with D-Roc, posted up by the C-line
Biggest in the hood while, all

the morning take two of these
Blue and greens, by any means you a fiend
Shoot him up with music like New Orleans
Talking that patois, Mardi Gras, hardy har
You

forever 
Through my written persona
I'm writing of different realities 
New thoughts and mentalities 
My vision blurred by this clarity 
Can't you clearly

at least two hundred years 
To stop the rush of blood 
But even now, they march the streets 
They claim to keep the peace
Fascists, protected by police 
Will

page
Tiny scrapbooks of our hearts
Inserting memory by memory (those were the days...)
Albums thicken each page
Pictures fade as they age
But I still

at least two hundred years 
To stop the rush of blood 
But even now, they march the streets 
They claim to keep the peace
Fascists, protected by police 
Will

the album finally drops you better keep that shit spinning
Cuz I’m going back to prison if y’all don’t motherfucking stream it
Cuz I’d rather rob a bank then

of you
Yo swag looking rusty you should prolly stop at a Jiffy lube
Whole gang animals, met 'em by the county zoo

We like causing chaos like the city

With two d's its the kidd straight from Brooklyn
The rose grew from concrete turned it to a garden
I'm not in MSG but I still got that flavor
Big

culture
I still struggled but Tabula Rasa
I'd draw a new one but my Microsoft Word is a bit outdated
I'm a bit too green so I can't excel
What I felt when

actin' like they chill like my neck
But these "snowmen" swag some dumb shit like the crew-sweater-neck
Chinks could be blinded by the floss so specs is

the album, welcome
To a new star in your eardrum
Ding dong, ditch all of that sing song
My girl ditching all but her thong
Cup pong, cause she keeps these

The streams in the smoke
Being cast by the light
Catch the first snow
For brand new eyes
I'm starting to choke
It's Halloween night
The room starts

came and designed us
I'm built brand new, in my debut
I'm wearing makeup, like I am TABOO
I fixed my hair-do, by watching how-to's
This shit is kinda