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when I
Got my red cap on
Not from the Nolia but everybody
Get they clap on
Sippin', sittin' sat, red Kool-Aid pack
The big homie Dub just came home
'bout

dies alone
Pray I'm going home
Tryna make some memories

Came out the freezer I'm hot as a heater
I'm walking with racks on me like I'm Serena
She just

ain't forget ya 
I swear those ten years before I met you girl I missed ya 

Just because you're not with me in the flesh 
Doesn't mean that your memories

she just came to collect
I do not blame her, we black entertainers
Momma need payments, she deserve vacation
Her boss don't care for her they just want

I'm dreamin'
I love my family, gon' make sure they eating
I'm by myself so I don't need a team man
Never fail math I just count up the green man
Yeah I

life Coz you always bring me Back
It's just another day

I don't wanna miss you 
(Instantaneous)
The Memories are made... Ey
I'm talking bout the story

Soul by the Pound

Common Sense

Can I Borrow a Dollar?

1992

got a Wessun if you riff 
I'm a nigga with soul, my last name should be Smith-sonian 
I'm gassin' girls heads, just like petroleum 
Get em ready

No Love From Oakland

Too Short

Shorty the Pimp

1992

what they want
Count 5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I just keep on makin' money
I hope you don't think my story's amazin'
I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it

Has anybody seen my 24's
Them shit was stoled
Niggaz ran up in my Mama House When I wasn't Home but if I was I would of put that 40 cal
Right up to they

'em I got 'em
Cruise in all black like Im Batman Im rolling thru Gotham
Never been a stranger to grinding I came from the bottom
Im just like a Don how

Honor those that spark me
I spit verses like girls get purses
Some rappers get by and some get purchased
My shape's earthless
I came to earth's surface

a step
I just feel I don't belong in this world anymore
This is probably the end of the run for me

Is it too late to start over
Is it over for me
All

time, same place again
Thank god for the skatepark
The memories won't dry thin
Count, 3, 2, 1
He's at the bottom when I drop in
He said he would catch me

Home

Tim McGraw

Tim McGraw and the Dancehall Doctors

2002

Always sittin' by the phone

Daffodils are poppin' up out behind the clothesline
Underneath that tree I planted when I was just a boy of nine
Man, I

on the board and jumped right into the deep end. Before they could react. I just started swimming. They love that story. 
At this time in my life, I kept saying

I been far from home, just reflecting on how much I’ve grown
From these good times in every single place we’ve flown
Past year and a half been

by the pound
I need to let it all go
But I don't even know how
I always count on my smoke
I ain't seen no one around

I get so caught in my head
Watch

Do you love me
Do you hate me
I’m just askin
My life’s crazy
I’m too lucky
Your my baby
Your a four leave
Clover to me

I’ve heard it all 
At least

name would cross the land

Well his Uncle Connor who wore the crown
Of Ulster on his head
In the home of Culainn the smith sat down
For mead and mutton

than the Van Wyck
Backwards Stan Smith
When I come bring the noise
I sweep rappers by the Bunch
Like they Brady's boys
So change your sound 'fore
I claim

by the end of day, better just say what you gotta just say
Or you best get out my fuckin' way
So whether I just gotta keep on diggin' up in dirt
Just

wanna
I just touched down in H-Town, I finally came around
Me and Karl at the crib and we smokin' by the pound
I swear bitches don't make sense, it's like

of being a famous DJ just to find that I'd hate it
Always traveling, never home
Late nights in those stale clubs
With burnt out thirty years olds
And people

of circumstances
Just tryna keep my home
Above float
Did whatever was necessary
To live above broke
Fuck your judgement
I had nothing and that's why
I sold dope
With