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Shakin' ass to the music and the bass
Thumpin' loud, cause she likes my sound
I'ma keep on throwing baby, better to make it clap
Do you hear that sound?

puppets
I get me a lo', hit the streets, and I dump it
Four rings from Johnny, they shinin' and twinklin'
On the West Coast with the plug, got me

questions last
Could be yours 
Could be mine

And then they point the finger at you

Unarmed, it don’t matter you can get got
Your own home, it don’t matter

getting a little older
Anyway, baby, I've been thinking of maybe
Going by Marilyn, possibly Whitney
To combat this crisis of identity
Cos you see, my

I sit by the railroad side like Johnny B. Good
I've been exiled, from my neighborhood
And all my friends that I've made along the way
Hopefully,

I ran it up, yeah I helped myself (yeah)
Abandoned and lost, had nobody else
That's why i'm grinding, til the motherfucking lights turn off
Baby, i'm

elevens the lyrical weapon
Smoking on gas you can tell by the smell
Dripping my shorty in gucci, chanel
Don got her wet like she well
She might let me hit I

heroes in disgrace
Could have died young, your heroes in disgrace
It's death to all your idols of the past
You better hedge your bets 'cos nothing lasts

I

Y'all trap and move bricks, I'ma build a settlement
Since I can pay with bigger bills, now I expect a change
You be chasing hoes, I'm chased by hoes, we

I used to write songs about
Feeling awful blue
‘Bout men who went and did me wrong
And proved to be untrue
But since I met you darling
I haven’t had

down many men
Bitch I know who I am, yeah
Yeah, I'm a man of sin
It's a certain circle nigga
You can't even get in
Yeah, it's a certain type of nigga

I'll die young feel it in my right lung
Got a dirty mouth like I be finger licking dry dung
I don't wanna shy from the obvious fact that one by one

there with 'em
Johnny and June  Willie and Trigger
Side by side with my heroes 
Comin' out of your speakers

This ain’t a rodeo I ain’t pullin’ for first

Aye, where you at Nigga?
I told you can’t be fuckin’ with these niggas
I was tellin’ my brother the other day, you gotta get your money up
These

smell it on my breath
Took his bitch and I think you know the rest

Just a little bit bet you still won't face the shit
Bombers was the fashion lately

I told you that n*gga ain't my brother ain't my cuz

Always you and me we never been us
You an undercover I will never trust
Drink it with fiji I

probably where a pancho,
Keep it going never stop hoe,
Flexin on em like I'm macho,
Black shirt Johnny Bravo,
I'm Vice Verse if you dont know who I is,
My

trust
 You ain't bulletproof, anybody can be touched
 Yeah, salute y'all niggas still on that corner
 Cause (?) say he know who want it
I done pushed more

I wanna kiss my baby in a cadillac
Drivin' by a chauffeur, sittin' in the back
Johnny you can drive us anywhere
Cause I need time before arrivin'

boys' band
And sure as the Lord made little green apples
And that band's gonna be in uniform
Johnny, Willy, Teddy, Fred
And you'll see the glitter

You don't know the half of it
You don't know the lineage
The shades of gray that sit between
The things you think are black and white
It's outta

're
Fruity like a freezer bar
You can't be the fucking man if
You don't work for it
Never mind meeting the deacon
Pleading in church for it
I'll beat this

incredible the regular with everything I do
Rocking city after city, I fuck bitches by the few
It's futile so don't go against me
My energy never lose

Sexy and Seventeen [Mix 1]

The Swing Kings

All Swing Party Mix

1999

that sound shake it around your mind , mind , mind

Johnny and Eddie and me and Jimmy and Jack
Are gonna do a little number on the teacher when she