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Aye
Man I'm all 'bout this paper man, fly shit night shit man
Cup with me, so you gotta pour me up some
Look
Bitch, we players
Designer, drip by

Influence from the roots
Never enough booze
A clever degenerate playing by his own rules
Cold cold news
Old man needs some old E to ammuse
His mind, in time

Mama, I'm in Love wit a Gangsta

Coolio

It Takes a Thief

1994

I'm gettin' sweated by your homey in the blue and white Chevy
But now he's got a condo and a brand new Lexus
Wants me to take a trip with him down

Peanut Vendor

Stan Kenton

Road Show, Vol. 1

1959

sells a lot)
Peanuts

If you haven't got bananas don't be blue
Peanuts in a little bag are calling you
Don't waste them (no tummy ache)
You'll taste

The Peanut Vendor [Previously Unreleased Track]

Dean Martin

The Capitol Years

1996

and hot)
Peanuts (he sells a lot)
Peanuts
If you haven't got bananas don't be blue
Peanuts in a little bag are calling you
Don't waste them (no tummy

It's been a lil minute man. These niggas forgot.
Blue cheese stacking
Long sock rocking
Money on my phone all I know is the profit
I be hella stoned

of anticipation
How could I ever have lived without this?
This craving for what never existed
No such thing as a blue raspberry

You spoke in words
Buoyed by

don't mistake me
For a man (that) don't feel his wrongs
My bullshit helped me write this song
And this ain't a song about love
Or even a song about lust

a drink or nine
Y'all niggas really bitches, make me come through that west side

What the fuck is a song, man, y'all niggas ain't know shit
Make a nigga

Compilations
Compilations

Classic eighties countdown, one hit wonders too
Man that Counting Crows song has me feelin' kind of blue
Sold by MTV-jays, marketed

get hurt by it
But same time it's a beautiful feeling
But, this is not a luv song

Yeah, the ying to my yang
I'll give you everything freaking thing

quit
The evil seducing, just dew it
The fire within is burning bigger then before
Going up next level, going up the next floor
Step by step, song by song

a mask move
Day by day as you knew
Avenger just aiming at the truth 
No loss of ration Pass the juice
I'm off the Gin the glass is blue
The sky is grey

sorry. No more. I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I promise. I just believe in kicking a man while he's down.
God DAMN...I quit.
Mention my daughter's name in a song

suppose it's just a black man thing
It's a different set of laws for niggas
He's giving black eyes cause of blue balls and he's free to walk
Meanwhile I get

I Refuse Limitation

Goodie Mob

Still Standing

1998

every way but the right
I control the substance my people fiend for at night
Lord knows I do wrong
Sound like the same old song
A lot of niggas

Davis Absolute the Body

You see they judge me by the
Words I won't exchange with dummies
I would never give the pearls to swine
Now they try to take

I'm Having A Relapse

Eminem

What's Your Nem

2009

said, man
Damn
(Guess who's back?) Oh
(Guess who's back?) Damn, it feels good to be back
(Guess who's back?) I'm having a relapse

How the hell did

getting drunk, you smoke that weed until it turns you red and blue
But I'm just out here having fun, leave me alone and let me show what I can do
I'll call

Memphis (When You've Got the Blues)
(Written by Sonny LeMaire, Clay Mills & Rory Bourke) 
(Barney Building Music, EMI Longitude Music, Rory Bourke

were gone
You were on a plane
To sing your songs
You would think it would be peach
Blonde
Maybe blue
Or even a split dye
But now I'm sure that ashen grey

All this shit is hurting deep
I got pain in my heart, that's when I'm wishing to die
But I ain't living a lie
She a demon in blue, acting new,

other than the Zombie Apocalypse Blues

You say, what the hell is that? Zombie Apocalypse Blues? Let me explain to you, let me explain, hold on now, hold

I Can't Live Without My Radio

LL Cool J

Strictly for the Street

1999

My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC