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and blue-r, underneath horse manur-er
C. Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)

album dropping with a reality show
Cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist tell her "we in press heaven"
No one gives a shit except

in the freezer tuna out the can
Mr.Goodbar tryna get a hundred grand
With a thing on my side incase it get outta' hand
I'm just a b-boy in my b-boy

either
But umm im an anxious guy
But im a believer fuck that been an under achiever
I'm a believer and im anxious for the album bout to drop
Anxious
Super

of space with no oxygen, tell your man HALT!
I am royalty, play with me, get your man sparked
Throw him in the oven like ham hots, 'til the man rot
Or it's

to tuna
And don't listen to these bitches cause'
They out to rule us
She loving my lingo, she loving my slang
Touchdown on the plug and then
Bought me

kill for pellets like Pac-Man
Elegant Lou Duva body parts in the cooler
Got shooters up in the crib smell
Like gauze and hot tuna
Diadoras, the fat

(Rich Jones)
Would you like to try the tuna melt I left in the car?
I'm parked a block away
Hey, it ain't that far
Ya say you're hungry
Ya say you're

Side Line

Dr. Dooom

First Come, First Served

1999

hair is all over the sink, tampons in the garbage can
The house is hot, rent no fan
Air condition is doomed with blunt smoke is in the room
Fix all your

Outro

Three 6 Mafia

O.G. Ron C. Of Swishahouse Presents Southern's Finest [Screwed And Chopped]

2001

album by Chrome, the new artist Chrome
C-H-R-O-M-E, go get it, it's jammin' like a fool (yeah, yeah)
"Straight To The Pros," Chrome, October, 2005 (new

the sleeves, don't make a nigga reach
Coke look bleach, pots and forks by the sink
Busted duct tape, that shit stink (shit stink, nigga)
Same night off for

Heartbeat

KRS-One

I Got Next

1997

deletin'
Other radio jocks that think they competin'
They pre-sweetened, like candy, I'm hot like pepper
Big up to Sandy but my name is Angie
Martinez,

niggas crave on
Let a nigga guap raise on 'til the day gone
Niggas at the top better have
They game face on
I be at the hot spot, swave with the lace

and The Outlawz
80% of y'all publishing

"Hot game"
"They calling you hot" - Royce Da 5'9" 'Boom'
"It's a shame" - Big L 'Size 'Em Up'
MC's ain't spit no more hot

likes you?
Cause I can't really think of any, so
If you don't leave now Imma have to fight you

Think you're hot shit
And you think you're all that
If by

The highest in heaven the hottest hell
Starting apocalypse climbin the ladder ringing the bell

This my ocean
Lil tunchi young tuna fish 
Drop$hot

hot like a tuna melt
Cop double G like Gucci belt, I see that girl like who she felt yeah
 
You got to cut all the bullshit, and I got that 47 never use

the dolphin
caught in the tuna net, cause you will get
A birds eye triple high noose to the neck
Yo, who's read to go?
When Slim brings Grim to the show?

You

I'm a quick pick
Hot 
Drop it
Pop it
Cop it
Opposite of non-profit 
Like a  quick pick
Stay lit
Misfit
Blow smoke
No joke
I toke
Daily 
Like a quick

mad smoother
Beirut to Cancuna we can tuna
Clam Casino lobster and shrimp shooters
Pimp scooters coupe poppers in papooses
Pet poodles cap coppers

of distill fill it to the brim please don't you spill
Ooo looky you downing all that drank like tuna gills
Gimme the loot splurging while I spend it

rehearsal
Imma problem, I still eat that tuna fuck that lobster
Jump up in the crowd like I'm jumping in some water
She want my magic stick, I'm the black

CHORUS:
Need a hot lil bitch, I’m the man/
This mannie so fresh on his hot boy shit/
Big bag on me got me feeling like Gunna/
No purse big knots lil

guts I'm in love wit her coota
Bitches be stanking they ass smell like tuna
She is my slave I call her medusa
And I got shooters that blow yo medulla
We