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Gz and Hustlas

Snoop Dogg

Doggystyle

1993

fly as a falcon, soarin' through the sky
And I'm high 'til I dizzie, rizzide
So check it, I get busy, I make your head dizzy
I blow up your mouth

Gz and Hustlas

Snoop Dogg

Tha Dogg: Best of the Works

2003

fly as a falcon, soarin' through the sky
And I'm high 'til I dizzie, rizzide
So check it, I get busy, I make your head dizzy
I blow up your mouth

of the essence
If you ain't making me better then I'm better by myself
Talking to that voice up on your shoulder seeking guidance
And reassurance to let you know

couldn't write this composition with a tip from your ghost
I seen a different side of livin, got to think wit my soul
Its hard to carry out my vision cause

and kicks the bucket
Just like old man mose

When you get no kicks from loving
And you blow your top instead
It's a fact that you ain't living
Jack, you're

Being broke hell so...

Only time my stack short at iHop
Now everything for sale, might buy cops
Crazy cuz I started from the bottom by ya hightop
Never

Hip Hop Hooray

Naughty by Nature

Freedom Writers

2007

shit to do with shampoo, but watch your head n shoulder
Brother older bold enough to fold ya, yo I told ya
A raid afraid of what I made and played it,

foreign
And a green card's on the way

This ain't got shit to do with shampoo, but watch your Head N Shoulder
Brother older bold enough to fold ya, yo I

turnt sneaky link 
Nobody knowing 
FBI steady watching and yawl on the gram showing, 
Ten toes down turnt these niggaz to tip toeing 
Ballerina feet in

the head to the tip of my toes
I'm the man of the house had to do my thing
Get money anyway that i can Mum's always Ill
At the time couldn't afford

by dark
See the wisdom leads to marks from chains from the heart
But the man with control we were chained from the start
So I spit hard flows

with your life
I got no mercy for your fuck ups or the way that you behave (on blood)
And represent that from the cradle to the grave
Oh my partner he

it
Louis V jacket, they like, "What is that?"
AR-47, they like, "What is that?"
She hold the mic stand while I hit from the back
They show me love

your toes to the top of your head
And your breaking me up like a Vitamalt bottle
But I gatta keep my cool 'cause you know I'm Immortal
The final piece

Jack, You're Dead

Joe Jackson

A&M Years 1979-1989

2007

the bucket
Just like ole man, Mose

When you get no kicks from lovin'
And you blow your top instead
It's a fact that you ain't livin'
Jack, you're dead

When

Miss me with the shit, I've got a knack for closing
I'm sick of posing
Got just the nose in
Need head to toes in
Really though I was slipping put

Might of rocked the Louis V, mixed it with the Tom Ford
Broke bitches iggin' me, hit 'em with a rhyme board
Fuckin' on your bitch, prolly should of post

I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
Hold your head, cause when you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts
And bitches sucking dick the funk, baby

a pimp, cause I'm a pimp, nigga

Cause I'm a pimp
I keep a top-notch bitch posted by my side
But if that ho can't make dough, she's got to ride
Gorilla

for me, twerk for me
All on your own, spotlight all on you, you wanna be seen
Doin' your thing, put on a show
Hurtin' me, curving me, purposely
All

to sleep like this here
Seventy-two like as if I was back on the top
Hours of thinkin' about how I'mma tip
They ass up out the basket
Belligerent glass

Y'all know by the flow who's the master

I can feel it in the air, it's coming, I'm here
You're running and scared, to me it's nothing prepare
For your

do I do? Drip

What do I like? Tips

Who is my friends? Pimps

Cut from cloth thats much different 

compare me to you it's like dollars to cent

from head
One rule amongst my gang
Let's keep one in the head
They hatin' but they ain't gonna
Touch one of my dreads
After I gun at your head
Boy I'm