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tryna kill something
You know I do this on the regular, I'm telling ya
I smoke loud though, I don't smoke no regular
Dear John letter to all my

renounced through the pussy keepit gushy gushy
10 hits by the summers
After this summer
Ringing my number promoters wanna book me
I need 10k or i throw on my

do it but mama we good
I mix my problems with a little bit of karma and comas. Financially good (AND)
I mix my wock by the liter they follow the leader

Go get yo own bitch
Me and broke doing go together
We just don't mix
I had to pull up by myself
Cuz the talk be crazy
We want the cheddar
Want the guap

32 inches around, my neck
Guerilla Maab, all in my deck
Dougie D and Trae, just wrecked
A skeet taste, on 3D-2
Slowed down and chopped, by DJ Screw
Me

almost at the door
It’s Orange California everything is warm
That's when I fell off
Then I build it back
More concrete Brick by brick
Mix mix mix stack

Comin' Up

Pimp C

Greatest Hits

2008

mouth and my pinky ring, my wrist and my neck
I'm 'bout my business so give me my cash or give me my check
See I can biblically remember me and Trae

just cause you hear me don't mean you listening
I be trying to express my pain but a regular mind can't comprehend it
My pain confuse me sometimes can't

back I do it for the zone
Four on the floor on my home
This for Atlanta from glenwood to campbellton Road

Tell my momma that we on now
Tell my momma

Robert
Davis on the regular
Ya feel me, I pop my trunk then pop it in
(pop it in)
My top I droppin' in (droppin' in)
I'm a sit sideways
Then ride my

he aint lettin it go
I wanna fast track my life
Go where ever I wish (anywhere)
Don't you get gassed up in hype
You could get crossed in the mix
Shawty

Talking bout these hundreds need the money right away
Cause my momma need a brand new crib by the day
My bitch need a brand new bag by the way
My

Comin' Up

Pimp C

Southern Smoke, Vol. 17: The Texas Mixtape Massacre

2006

mouth and my pinky ring, my wrist and my neck
I'm 'bout my business so give me my cash or give me my check
See I can biblically remember me and Trae

Po' It Up

HAWK

City of Syrup

2000

a young'n
I got out of my bed
Peeked out of the window
I saw my partna nigga Trae
Smokin on the hay
That's the way it goes when ya ballin parlay
So I

Got no scales but im fly like a dragon
Too unique this ain't no regular fashion
Think its magic leave that boy in the past tense
Jimmy Neutron know my

My momma ain’t got no daughters it was meant that all her sons shine
I know C ah lay you down if I tell him too
Cause bout them chips you getting

Ain't no regular degular (degular)
You keep hitting my cellular (cellular)
Say you the best but i'm better (Yeah)
Sifike sayenz i'feeling (feeling,

Iron Man

Sir Mix-A-Lot

On the Rap Tip

1989

(*background is Black Sabbath's "Iron Man," performed by the group Metal Church*)

(*chanting*)

[Verse 1]
You could strike a match in my hand
Too

too hotty I know sometimes he can't stand me
And the family lineage that's connected by Prescott and uh
If you 7 fans then you've known my momma's name

sucking/
Can’t do the right thing/
Cause these niggas be buggin/
When they hit my momma house/
That shit was something/
Bout time they start searching/
Man

I'm dressed in all black like Wakanda
I'm up in designer
The fleek way
You paying 500
Then Imma pull up with 5,000
You cheapskate
My life is easy
Mix up

Created by yellow tape and chalk lines
Lived anonymous I.D. was just a gang sign
Hard headed like ball hogs at crunch time
Ready to eat with all my

fifty sticks to NY
Lil bro he just wanna smoke some shit he dont get high
Switches on the back of all the glicks it can't  get by
This shit on my

I come with urgency
Everyday I got to get up just to
Think about my Momma surgery
So you got to forgive me
If I give two fucks 'bout certain things