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Goodie Bag

Goodie Mob

Soul Food

1995

cooling in the shade
Ain't getting paid for chilling, illing, willing
To do what I got to do to come thru your speaker
Cee-Lo, he will never come weaker

and shit

Dos dos tres, I ain't missing a bitch
They like how the hell he got
The stick in this bitch
Skinny ass morena, I'm the real honcho
34's, 34's like

shakes his head
Everyone laughs)

By the way
I don’t know the days of the week i
Just go to exactly when my appointment is

We’d just look at each other

Get Them out Ya Way Pa

Wu-Tang Clan

8 Diagrams [Clean]

2007

are they like?
They got holes in the top, five round holes
While I was watching, this stranger hit them
But his fingers went right through the bone

that he don't compare to me
Cause he ain't remain silent like T.I.'s security
It's clear to me he'll fuck up his own cash
Take your little freestyle

sad when it rain
It really gone pour down
And it's raining like Katrina
He got thirty in his nina
Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his beamer
Paulie

Seen him cry two times in my life and that was crazy
By his side funeral making sure that he make it
That just showed me some bonds could never be

cracked
Wiggled his little fingers just a
Bit with a stretch
Aimed his gaze at the face of the girl
Then grabbed that little hick by
The neck and said
I am

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it

There's little more to say about it

In the hall below
There was a letterbox too small to hold a letter
There was an electric bell
But it could not make

adrenaline in me like it got injected
My girl said I got communication issues, no I don't
I just don't like sharin' all my problems more than the results
I

never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all

Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No

Everything was new and every night was tender love and care
Now he laying on his side, she way the fuck over there
Can't even look in his eyes, missing the way

of His Love

I hope you don't mind cause I
Gonna say in French tonight
Just to remember few things
That's okay? shows

I was made for loving him, ooh yeah!

really got to destroy this failure?
His speeches were so shit they
Wrapped him in toilet paper
I'm surprised you even remain intact
You're filled with more

Once I had a little dog
I called him Cracker Jack
He had a spot around one eye
That looked just like a patch
His legs were way too long
And he

at the battle 
When he fought
Mainly because he never sought
To deceit and slander
Skills never taught
And expressed his truth 
Realness and was mocked
By

rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby

the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I

Bummer

Harry Chapin

Portrait Gallery

1975

was a laid back lump in the cradle
Chewing the paint chips that fell from the ceiling
Whenever he cried he got a fist in his face
So he learned not

me forever more
to the pleasure and pain it brings - get out, get out

Stranger in my heart
you`ve got complete control now over me
anything you want I

Mephisto and Kevin

Primus

Chef Aid: The South Park Album

1998

Michaelson.

I once heard a noise, In the night the most sentuaint voice,
The song of love from an angelic boy, stuck in my head,
And this is what he said

it got freaky, and started dancin' on the floor
He said, now come to me babe, I got a license for love
And if it expires, I can't help you no more

In

was hitting
He a father too young but his daughter ain't missing
I do this for Jo, and for Tobi, and Z
They my people for life even if We ain't speaking