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Self Suicide

Goldie Lookin Chain

Straight Outta Newport

2005

know, that's what it's all about like
It's fuckin' simple economics
They reckon bob marley's dead but he's not, man, 
Cause he was on the TV last

I can do this shit up in my sleep, my dreams
I just told the gang by any means
I just told the gang by any means

Bitch I'm from the Front, I'm not

Gangsta Livin'

Trick Daddy

Thug Matrimony: Married to the Streets

2004

on and bob your head to the song
Throw up the 4's for the niggaz, that's dead and gone

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

I'm tired of smokin 'bama-ass weed
Niggaz

I just need to pick me up, and man that's it
And man that's all
I could be all by myself
And man I'll still be standing tall
I said I'd be all by

and Jimmy Cliff was two top celebrity Bob marley and the wailers was Joe Higgs priority he was punch in his face by Coxsone Dodd preventing the wailers from

opinions
Pulled a yellow bobs, she was looking like a minion
By 2025, I'ma have electric plates
Pulled up on Sam EDG for my brakes

Boys steady sipping, your

My Skin Is My Sin

Ice Cube

Bootlegs & B-Sides

1994

as a scapegoat, well cracker don't sleep
Far from a goat, more like a black sheep
Lamb of God, and it's odd
That Allah is a man that don't need a tan
And you

And I'ma um
I don't need her, you know I don't need her
I'ma swing by your crib
I don't need her anymore And um
No, I don't need her I hope your man is there

vibes because it's so influential
That one song that gets me through the morning
So powerful I make everybody in the car shut up when you play
Your soul

maybe 18 years of age
Maybe, maybe, maybe cuz my tracks are snubbed
By these blogs and these bobs that y'all seem to love
And It's not because I'm worried

of a man who wants to write a song
Hoping somebody would sing along
Because
I'm not good at much
But I've got a touch for setting goals that are bigger than

or blue
Too young to vote
I did not have a clue 

Politics at recess
A friend told me man
You gotta vote for Bob Dole
He's our only chance 

But then my

rather listen to this bod

Dysfunctional mc's cause them man can't get it up
There's money outchea so at least please just get it up
I will do what bob

a week's pay
And there they stayed and drank their fill
When a redcoat patrol chanced to pass by
The men  mocked and reviled them with Jacobite songs
And who

fillin' graves
If I made the songs they wanted, were they fans I could've saved?
Man, that's a lot of weight
Wait, I thought it would be great

Return of the B-Boy

Mr. Lif

I Phantom

2002

could'nt ignore
Personas of the rhythm who just walked through the store
This man's slim, sported a red glim, notcing damage within
We remove bullets

then you know it's us
S.U.C. and the Drank Baby, if it ain't Screwed up it
Ain't slow enough
Bob your head man roll your red, get your grind

then you know it's us
S.U.C. and the Drank Baby, if it ain't Screwed up it
Ain't slow enough
Bob your head man roll your red, get your grind

life would be
If I hadn't always had Bob Dylan with me
I mean everything he wrote
I'm strung out on heroes
My friend Jeff Lewis says Songs cbout

Song for Dan Treacy

MGMT

Congratulations [Limited Edition]

2010

his eye
As the children walk by, he's thinking of a song
Then stops to paint a picture of a frown
Walking around

Dan Treacy's smile
Leaves you

friend cause I'm tryna hit you too or some
I can't be your man But you can be my boo or some, aye

We should do a song together But we can't get along

I hit a nod
Pharmaceutical wordsmith, even when I'm moving real odd
Raw tip stuck to my finger, like Ann did with Kong
Remix it by the liter,

talking mad shit, I made they bitches drop they panties
Man, I promise you, every nigga around me a vigilante
Drill time, time to slide, time to bulletproof

this master
plan
Since y'all 憆eady rowdy I just ask ya man, hey
You want some work, well partna put in ya bid
Now by the was whats ya name they call me