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Don't Be a Menace to South Central While You're Drinking Your Juice in the Hood

1996

there 
Cocoa butter, got that, make em all for 
Real life hustler movie maker, I know how y'all feel 
But long as I'm alive I'ma do the right thing

I got saved by the Lord can't take that from me
He's opening doors I follow my dreams
You the one spilling the tea
You the one spilling the tea yeah

blade on my hip
Need a w by any means watch me flip
Surviving off a tea and the fucking schmole hits
Uchiha blood oath im taking my spot bitch
I aint

lemonade
Doctor had to check my dna
Aye
I'm just tryna ball like nba
But I'm tryna hit shawty like mlb
She gimme that head like gpa
Aye
These niggas gone run

together
Don't ever stretch yourself thin tryna be everybody's cup of tea
Cuz you won't have enough to sip for yourself
I had to separate myself from bad

honey iced tea
Don’t hit up my phone on some dumb dumb shit
I’m sonic hit the dash then I run real quick
Tappin on the booty it’s a drum she thick
And she

, had to impeach my problems
We, run it up 4 months a summer
Eat my balls and my dick for supper
Pull up, in a PJ Chris Tucker
Fuck a xan I just popped me

I'm iced out like a glass of tea
Better yet, oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to me
Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D
Why

re up, kill again
I cant, get stuck like Gilligan
I cant get took by the middle man
Run off on the plug while you still can
But you missed all

they got em in a trance Lemme run it back once for the fam
I don't really wanna have to, but, truly they ain't had no chance

Look what you did

up

Now run it up, yeah

I get the check 
And then run it up
I move with finesse 
When I run it up
Got the bolt on my chest 
How I run it up
Yea, I get

All my friends know what I’m like
Cheeky , on a weekly
Was on a C3 tryna get home to watch C4 on the tv
Couldn’t record had the freeview
Then the Sky+

Tales from the Westside

Proper Dos

Mi Vida Loca

1994

and threw it in my trunk
Rolled out, there was some things I had to do
Homies on the Westside were throwing a barbeque
Yeah, Chicanos got a peace treaty

of tea

So fill up your tumblers high as you can
Don't you dare tell me it's not the best plan
You can let all your beer and your spirits run free
I

And So

Boot Camp Clik

The Chosen Few

2002

the street
Niggaz like fuck crack Ruck rap to the beat
I'm aight I'll be back week listen
From day one I had bad start
To eat moms stole meat out the path mart

it by
Tearing butterflies in half
And some men do it in Palm Springs
Laying it into butter-blondes
With Cadillac souls
Cadillacs and butterflies

I don't know a thing about you
I just want to get to know who you are
You're like a bright and shiny star
In my eyes

I watch as you walk by my room

boo
You're just my type
I don't mind
A little lie
For a while
Tender kissing, poolside booze yeah
Wanna run away with you
Top down
Go to the desert
It

had to make it right I had to stick and move 
I'm small and effective like a duce duce 
Every night on them corners something like a prostitute 
Run up

shit, I'm back in my old ways
God made the impossible, I was down up at my low
I was by myself, I ain't had nowhere to go, say fuck this, yeah
Run that

from Jacob and Kith
Two and two is easy math, and plus one is who I'm with

On the run from Sherlock Holmes I don't even have a home
But I'm turning

hopping over hurdles
Fever dream's tough, and I don't like mine
So I drink tea and near beers in my free time
Chasing whit rabbits, I got a bad habit
I

Losing my faith by the day, discouraging me 
Getting higher than cG and Lavine 

Run a mile so you see what I see
Getting tired everyday a repeat
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De La Soul

And the Anonymous Nobody

2016

was still lighter than a feather
Culturally, snort em like cocoa leaf
Them niggas suck more milk no tea
I'm on the low though in my Polo tee