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up)
Calm down, calm down

Nah, ho, wait, ain't no love, I'm a nothin'
Got' pull in my section, lil' nigga, I'm a don
Mask down, go get that shit

to Jamie T's bass guitar
It's so fucking hot the walls are dripping sweat
The boys in the corner are fucked off their heads

Staring at the rude bois [x2]

designer bag and even knows how to bang it
When shit gets rough she don't run by my side is where she's still standing
That pussy got me tongue tied licks

motivated by your body (Whew)
But if want we can kick do a lil bit of karate (Whew)
Pull up pour up drink up
Pull up pour up drink up (You know I be putting

Stomp

Fuz

Resonation Restoration

2004

don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat

Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, lil' bloody
Don't play with the gun smoke

the music back y'all,

Think back dig in the crates
Wiping dust off of tapes
CD's skipping cause of lil scrapes
Give you a hot 16 and the hook be a 8
Diss

by the cases ,fucking up the stages
pouring up the Aces
fuck security spit in faces
making movies with my hoolies
all my bitches is karauches
Ray J

to the voices in your head  
Bow to the Lord you need to pray
I get up out my hood
I ain't bound by the zip
When I succeed they gon wanna see pain
No Weakness

kinda like the cartel
New money smell like new carpet smell
Off the lean feel like I went to Yale
She giving head she went to Yale
Bitch I'm big W ain't

Ayy
Ha
Ayy
Ayy
I could never be you niggas cause me and my niggas play it by some different rules
Street nigga with a blick don't get it confused
I

Trina Tha Pre Madonna
Bad Bitch With Tha Beez An Tha Power
Ice In My Neck And Itz Freeze In Ma Colla
So What You Wanna Do Tonight?
You Wanna Get Me In Tha

Hip Hop Bommi Bop

Die Toten Hosen

Unter Falscher Flagge [Bonus Tracks]

1984

something to drink and then stand on your head
Bommerlunder rock the living and rock the dead
So get off your feet and rock to the beat
To the beat stomp,

Money I just hopped up on the beat (Money)
I be goin' cray-ay spittin' straight heat (duh)
It's off of the head but I be on my feet (ah-ha)

Go awf

Stomp

Drew's Famous

Drew's Famous Top Christian Countdown

don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat

Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, lil' bloody
Don't play with the gun smoke

away, nigga oh God
Get to bumpin' by shit, make yo' ho nod
(yeah) they copyin' swag 'cause I'm
You smokin' that weak
Got yo' bitch head beating
Santana