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Dogg of them all?"
There was a rubble-dubble, five minutes it lasted
The mirror said, "You are, you conceited bastard"
Well that's true, that's why we

Lodi Dodi

Snoop Dogg

Death Row Greatest Hits [Clean]

1996

minutes it lasted
The mirror said, "You are, you conceited bastard"
Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef
So I slipped off my khakis and my

to Tootsies
Can't you see how powerful we are together, bitch
I just hope when you go on in your new home, it's a tombstone
Hopefully them niggas be fuckin'

I know you want it bad in the best way
Drop it low to the floor
You better pray
That a girl like me will take
Any of your offerings

Don’t need

take it slowly, you're an angel with horns
You want me to stay another night
But we are going too fast, we hit 225
Baby I got to leave, got to catch

Lucifer

Jay-Z

The Black Album [Acappella]

2003

and when I perish, the meek shall inherit the earth
Til that time, it's on and popping, church
Like Don Bishop, the fifth upon cock either
Lift up your

I hit it 'til I could seat on
Try to get her freak on
Ask me to R. Kelly ya and get peed on
I said "that ain't me, ma'am"
That 8 behind me still got

afford the price
It'll cost you, I'll off your life!
You soft, I told you I'm raw white when I'm on this mic
Still mourn at night, don't wanna see mornin

on tha grind,
And when I wake up in the mornin', I got's to hit a lick,
Saw the 2000 and 3 Navi, on Sprees wit' a kit,
Soon as my eyes see tha sunshine,
My

for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not

gonna do with that
I can tell you wanna be with me by how you moving that
Yeah she loving how I tease it
I say girl give me a reason
Put my hand up on her

don't matter where you are
Cause I know you'll make it far
Just work harder than before
Til you shoot you can not score
Til you practice never perfect
Til

Get Bacc Time

Brotha Lynch Hung

Lynch by Inch: Suicide Note [Bonus DVD]

and split ya palm wid paper cuts
I'm a oven when it comes to this thuggin' I spit fire
Chop ya lil rhymes to bits, 'til I'm tired
of the ecstacy and 'yac

Can I Get It?

J-Live

Always Has Been

2003

Verse 1
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It was a summer mornin' at the age of eighteen
I'll start the story in the shower singin' Microphone Fiend
Tryna figure my routine

just hit the tummy tuck, he rollin' up (Bow, Bow)
I'm double clutching Backwoods, I'm a smoke 'em 'til the sun is up
Whippin' whippin' whippin' thru

G.H.E.T.T.O.U.T. (Pt. 2)

Changing Faces

All Day, All Night

1997

Get O-U-T (O-U-T) 

Is what you gotta do 

I can't take it no more 


Chorus (R. Kelly) 


Get O-U-T (see I got myself together babe)

Dennis, I'm ridin' with rods
He ran up a twenty and bought a machete
Back trapped in a closet just like R. Kelly
I skrrt off in Lambs, she know I'ma

Hook
Man I can’t 
Stop til you know that Diffy made it  man I won’t 
Stop til I’m A List when I’m graded  man I can’t 
Stop til I got a lot

Same old shit, just a different day
I can try to get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess

the mornin, clubs'll know I never snooze
Keep it dim up in the darkness, spark a blunt and light my fuse
I'm with players who stay out all night, you ain't know

hit 'till it's out of order
If it wasn't for R. Kelly,
I'll record her!
Now step to the right!
Now step to the left!
Now hold on one second,
Baby let me

the cage baby, Dale!
What I do is unheard of,
With these women I'm O.J.,
I get away with murder!
I'ma hit 'till it's out of order
If it wasn't for R. Kelly

of mine and every single time that I hit it from behind she would send me thru the sky bringin laughter to my life I’m 
Takin it slow and easy baby don’t

rich
Tell ya girl to shut it I don't wanna take a pic
Imma hit it in the mornin then I make another hit

Netta on the beat so you know we catch waves
But