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me,
Woah, Baby don't mind me when you see me dressed in my clean pressed white tee,
Sippin' on the Henny and I'm smokin' getting high yeah,
Everything

show me
I keep a mopstick
In case it get dirty

My clique high on AZ
He smell nice inna blunt
Roscoe shoot like KD
35 left in the drum

Everybody shot

a coworker I'm fucking the staff
Probably fuck off what you got in yo stash
All the way turnt up Roscoe Dash
Booty fake that is not yo ass Ayee
Bitch my lil

mortified
Ain't dealing with the bird shit
They all bunch of mordcais
She said that she could smoke
Hit the blunt
Now she more than high
Ain't no welcome home

Riot Pump

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

New Funky Nation

1990

that bass, that's the crowd's main thing
Bass that ultimate choice
Sprayin' MC's by the shot of my voice
Posses claim old school and new school
But

The Mechanic

J.Armz

How to Be an MC, Vol. 50

[CHORUS:]
Man I run this rap shit 
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands

can't be diluted
Intelligent bars but known to go stupid
Record it then push it by units
Take it on tour an move it
Plan to get free ninjas lets do it
If

Mama moved us to Georgia, when I was like six
Got jumped and hung from a tree by some white kids
They left me there to die that's when I knew life

Yo I do this shit in my sleep Roscoe!
It's Fly Nation
Yeah... Yeah
Got Fallz on my mind, so every time, that I'm in yo' city I gotta leave
All I know

no whip we had to walk to polo loco
Right there by Chase and the Roscoe
Niggas on parole getting chased by the po - po
Niggas on the block got the blow

vroom diablo
Plug Pablo
Head Honcho
Savage Macho
Get you got yo
1-time fuck roscoe
Yea nigga I'm a blow it like a snot nosed
Any day broad day if it's

Yak, Polo, Tick, and Unfoonk
Free the fathers raising kids and missed by they mamas
Free B, free Roscoe, free Bobby Hunt
This is not a gang, these is

MEAN,
FUCK HER…
(fortissimo)
FOR PEACE IS RESTORED (TO THE LAND)!”

Roscoe:
“You know, Pugface, I’ve never actually been bathed by another person before.

swerving them dark roads
Show out doing the dash like Roscoe 


Yung nigga shit ima get gwop
Ima run it up til the shit stop
Smoking white runzts out da zip

on another track, he boutta get loose, in a matter of fact, tell me I got mad goals, that I'm moving for, 1 by 1, 3 by 4, I'm gonna hit them goals, when I hit

real, it's just me and my knock
I keep a nine and it's tucked by the Louis
Can't wait til i catch me a Sookie
Spin at night, It gets spooky
Flocked

the dice
Four months later, my ex still on my trail
Thirty missed calls, damn baby girl, you ain't got no self-esteem
By the time this song drop, LeBron gon'

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm

get high, high, high, Lets get high, high, high
I heard they looking for me
Shit well they know where they can find me
VIP surrounded by model broads

high, get higher
I'm in dire need of a lighter
Try'na spark a fire, ain't a hazard
All these bastards try'na get by
You're try'na keep up with me but I'm

high, get higher
I'm in dire need of a lighter
Try'na spark a fire, ain't a hazard
All these bastards try'na get by
You're try'na keep up with
Me but I'm

Stone cutters made them from stones
Chosen specially for you and I
Who will live inside
The mountaineers gathered timber
Piled high
In which

Roscoe

Midlake

Beneath the Surface, Vol. 2: A Bella Union Sampler

2006

Stone cutters made them from stones
Chosen specially for you and I
Who will live inside
The mountaineers gathered timber
Piled high
In which

away, can you see my red light?
It's waiting to turn green
'Cause I feel so isolated without you
I can't play a happy tune on my own, so stay by my