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Rock the Bells

LL Cool J

The Mix Tape, Vol. 1: 60 Minutes of Funk

1995

girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' always stickin' cause you like it that way
You take a step because it's def and plus it's by Cool J.
Cut Creator

I was a high grader till I was 16
Reality undressed like stop sign on mr bean
Crack j double e then rap for equality
Mcqs tricky boards f me and I

Trees, Mary, Flower, Weed
Trees, Mary, Flower, Weed
Trees, Mary, Flower, Weed
Trees, Mary, Flower, Weed
Trees, Mary, Flower, Weed
Trees, Mary,

wanna get hit by this light keep your distance
This is not just global I got my vibe out the cosmos
Racks like we just came from Costcos
She said she

#LHOMMEAUBOB

Migos

L' Homme Au Bob

2015

ces rappeuses, rien qu'elles galopent
J'vais pas m'inventer un vécu d'voyou pour leur plaire
Trust me nigga, sellin' weed everyday dans la caserne

Pulling out the parking lot
Taking something
Home for the night
Niggas know I chop a lot
Gimme some mo weed to ignite

My mans hit my line
Like J

Momma said boy you smell like weed, Get yo ass up and go get a degree
You wasting your life, It's gone past you by

I just wanna smoke a little weed

and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go

early 
But baby the weed's calling 
So wrap up a sheet on it 
And fall back asleep on me 
It's Sunday morning 

And I just wanna de-stress 
It's nearly

Open up the pumps on the block
Capi-cu when the domino drops
We smoking weed and I don't see no cops
It's just another summer day on the block
Open

Too many hoes just ain't in my bracket
Im with some slimes they all like whats bracking
Get you hung by your neck like a jacket
N*ggas wear fitteds

psycho
Jesus Christ, weed and liquor got me crossed up, I'm so wavy and your man so washed up
Nick Rose bitch, you could put it on a jersey, Outoftune but

Hollywood weed all up in my cigar
Ashing all in between cars, racing the moon
Hope I dont get stopped by the squad
I've been traveling way too long
Easily

And she got titties 
U not in my bracket 
U can not hang wit me 
Please don't be dumb 
Do not act silly 
She popping her pussy like that shit a wheelie 
It

landed in that New York City Cover Band, without out a plan
Where everyone is measured by they rubber bands
I'm bummy as can be, oh me oh my, they tell me

white as fuck like porcelain
Only smokin crunchy weed breakin like corn chips
Chillin the back with the baggies lure whores in
Peelin off in a whip it's

won't catch me bragging
I'm in a league by myself we call it the champion bracket
Remember being younger, tryna find me a purpose
Picked up a pad n a pen

a rebel livin' free
March Madness, bust your brackets, shot straight at your head
Are You Me, the team, wait 'til we cut down the next
Smokin' OG cuz they

ain't ripped up (Ooh, when's the last rhyme I ain't ripped)
Got in my cream and I whipped up (Whip)
Surrounded by team, I ain't switched up (Nope)

and some good friends
Rolling up some weed
She saying that my anger always
Gets the best of me
"You're just covering the symptoms
You're not curing

rapping
Stay strict to the code and you
Be sleep in a basket smoke you like a blunt
You covered with ashes
Self made thug, we in a different bracket
Never

exploration
Quite encouraging
People still call me hue
Now I'm out in hue
Came a long way
From tre 9
In the lil room
Ac booming
Weed fumes
Plotting major moves

ain't got no koofy
My niggas higher than high fives
I be so fly, need another sky
Been poppin' so long, like a 45
It's startin' to sound like a drive-by

in the bad bitch bracket you're the last seed
Mom ion what that smell is ion have weed
Bitch I'm really indecisive you can't ask me
But imma gamble so