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bike
Kuntry boy
I do it big
Traffic drugs
That's how i live
2 for five or 3 for 10
Aint trapped like dis
Since two thousand ten
Ain't gone lie
Or try

around
While this DJ go in
Wow
This is what I needed
I deserve it, just one weekend
I've been working constantly and I been fiendin' for some freedom
It's

It's insane I be switching through the lanes
Got the mother fucking world in my wingspan
I just had to get it for my niggas
And we came three deep in

lavish
Please forgive me for my sins, I don't wanna make this a habit
At this BNB last weekend, it was full of bad bitches

Three hoes touching on my body,

that marijuana
South of the border we met in Tijuana
Aye, we kicked it off with a 3sum
It was just her and her sister
She put in work for that visa
Yeah,

One Last Chance

Jandek

This Narrow Road

should, assemble yourselves
And do right for this body, this mind,
This soul, this spirit, this beingâ??
I wanna live right
I wanna live so right
I don't

Where Do the Children Play?

Mafia & Fluxy

Lift up Your Head

1994

on all D G sections and strum in other
places, but listen to the record to catch it all.
(from Tea for the Tillerman, 1970)
(sent by Harlan

What You Think All the Guns Is For?

Truck Turner

The Corruptor [Original Soundtrack]

1999

{*1}
Uh-huh, check it out

Fuck these niggaz on? Dope or dog food
Done caught me, in the wrong mood
I'm squeezin off, for real live
Then they bust

King Sun With the Sword

King Sun

Righteous but Ruthless

1990

the 5, by King Sun with the Sword

(Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on)		(3x)
(We got it goin on)

[ VERSE 2 ]
It's the King of a kingdom, descendant of King

live like me
I'm the reason you cop them for 13-5 a key!

Chorus: The Game
Nigga be easy
Growing up in California believe me
We drive-by, spraying colors

I Don't Want to Wait

Paula Cole

Live on Letterman: Music from the Late Show

1997

he saw lives inside him still
It's so hard to be gentle and warm
The years pass by and now he has granddaughters

I don't want to to wait for our

the only hoe
In the game giving brain at the beach Woah
Headed to Miami looking for the Cuban dream
Smoke a couple zoots in the lobby with my fucking team

Sleep in your house (Through the window)
For the rest of the moth' fuckin′ weekend (Tip-Tiptoe, oh)
Okay, like thirty bands in my pocket (Tiptoe)
Blow

Summertime's here and like a three-month weekend 
School's out no doubt that fun is what we're seekin'
The season is bringin' so many things that we

time for my n*ggas that can get it right 
Two time for my b*tches that be living life 
Three times for them haters they can't get inside 

We alright

bunch
Better yet coming in three’s
Had to stay down for some months
Gotta get rid of the flees
You know ima dog lil nigga
I graduated and got my degree

live Lord let me live
Gotta be here for my kids Lord let me live
So I can raise my babies cause this world is crazy

Soon as they see you in the light

The way I live my life I can't help but shine
You got to go for yours like I go for mine
When real niggas pull up please let us shine
You know I came

Who gonna stand up for the lord when they splashin' em?
I'll do it
Taking actions with compassion with these acronyms
Let's go
Squeeze the devil by

by
Time stops and your love goes by
I sit alone and I wonder why
I love this music
Time for departure, she’s causing ruptures
Coke bottle frame you

Wit' somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rifles
To invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch

to cut the arm off
Is this true
Dated for three years all then we were cool
Then I propose they act like they never knew
When men date black nobody bats

on
I would still put ya panties to the side though (To the side)
Cause its leaking
Three in the morning ain’t sleep yet
We've been fuckin for a while

Flying By

Billy Ray Cyrus

Home at Last

2007

It's bottles and bibs
Rattles and cribs
3 AM's again and again
Comfort the cry 
Man it's flying by 

Swings and slides 
And tricycle rides