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the dooch powder

Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill

Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill

Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill

Two choices,

Simon Says [US Remix]

Pharoahe Monch

Simon Says/Livin' It Up [Clean]

1999

Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real

What

Philly
R kelly is a child molester
Who had beef with Jay-Z
Shit it makes sense why he
Wanted all those Young Gunz
If you wanna keep it hood
Let's keep it

We turn this bitch into SOCOM 2
I'm the best rapper alive, Lil Wayne's migraine
Jay-Z's headache, touchin what the lead ain't
Motherfuck your feelings,

city then I Contolola
Conto Conto Con Contolola
(Jay Rox) Ndine Mbama kalezi ni [Contolola]


(Thugga) I come to your town and I [Contolola]
(Dope G) You

Off da Chain

Lil' Keke

Screwed Down Version: Platinum in Da Ghetto

2001

Keke]
Street Port, Lafayette you know they off the chain
Mississippi, Chi-Town you know they off the chain
Alabama, Arkansas you know they off the chain

sound
I'm Kanye when it came to 'ye
I'm Jay-Z when it came to keys
I'm Snoop when it came to weed
So now they wanna Biggie me
As the credit rolls,

Haters better put their heads down, they know that boy be fly
All the charter planes, now I'm talkin' ballers slang
R-O-Z-A-Y on the wall in that Hall

Janet, she out there in Atlanta
My boy out in the Chi-Town, hook up on apparel
Plus he'll cook you up some shit, he works the kitchen down at Harold's

going on, no more head assery
Goals to obtain look like the path to a Jay-Z, Quincy Jones, Jay Elec, a Ye,
Or a Master P
What they have in common at this

Music music on my mind
Vans on my feet so you know I'm on my grind
Nikkas real nikkas by my side
Bad boys for life we ride we ride or die
Show no

the boys, ain't no slowing down
Gettin' stopped by the cops, tellin' 'em to calm down
Hoping they don't find the loud that's in my car
Cuz I wanna get so high

Jay my brodie my boy I wish you'd keep talking yo shit
But I gotta do the mic dirty like the beats that I make
When I'm feeling myself and shit
Made it

London where them boys die by the hundreds
No one taught us how to mourn, so we go print 'em on our jumpers
Back when Megan had the TT, hood dreams

Grain of Salt

Toby Keith

White Trash with Money

2006

By now you have observed 
I was a little over-served last night
I need to catch a few Z's
Baby please turn off that bedroom light
See the boys are

(MIA JAY C)
What up, Skilla?
You cut up on this bitch, JAY C
You cut up on this one, JAY C

White boy'll pull up sharpshootin' like I'm Larry

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

my eyes
That's passion and pride
Glock on the side, if I kill a rapper his stock gonna rise
So I rather keep him alive, catch his ass by surprise
Walk

life like I’m Martin Scorsese
Whitest boy alive but still iconic like I’m Jay-Z
Wavy, yeah, all these homies so lazy
Flow so tough your boy just got

to my muthafuckin boy named John
He is not Johnny Boges, but he's still on

I'm on the same level as Jay-Z and Kendrick (you know it)
I'm just kidding but

the gang
You gon' find out that we run town (Run town)
Momma always used to tell me
To be home by sundown (Sundown)
Now its 3 AM, yeah, I'm just havin' fun

Like JB, don't play me nigga
Finna do this shit bigger than JT nigga
SD got the blueprint, Jay Z nigga
Better pay me bigger or I'm Swayze nigga
Ghost

greats like Nas and Jay z
That's the lasting fucking time I dropped some LSD
Summer 2022 I was off the E
I ain't never popped pills, but I swear you should

Puff (grah)
It's Jay to the K-E-N-Z-O
Got tic-tac-hoes that's three in a row
Got three bad bitches callin' down my phone
That's three bad bitches won't