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Don't Crush It

Kool Keith

Sex Style

1997

And for you regular honies, tryin to play fly 

I ain't no Chemical no Bank in your human eye 

I like my spot, everybody's butt naked 

Pump with

fast my windows is tinted
My brudders is with me, my Glock got a switchy, I put on the gang, my team is winning
My dreads is nappy, my momma is happy,

Imma step on the stage, they be taking my pic
I sit back and get mine while yall stay in the mix
Ain't from New Orleans, they call me a saint, be like

a surprise (No)
Walk in the store, what is my size (Huh, what)
You cuffed her, she fuck on the guys (How)
Regular nigga, I turned to a rap star
Hop

rhyme readily heavily influenced by all I've ever seen 
It's my medicine remedy
And if you ever seen me live at a show 
You will know I use pure energy

her to chick, that's why I
Stay up out of the mix, that's why I
Hit the store, grab some backs and hot fries
Vibe at dat B&B with my guys
I was just in

Don't Crush It [Hakan Lidbo Radio Edit]

Kool Keith

Don't Crush It

2003

momma shake it 
I got my beer, viewin' from the back rear 
Yo brother man, pass it right over here 

I got to ease off the stress, like a eight

He'll figure it out
This ain't no regular lifestyle this ain't ordinary
I sleep and wake up in the morning baby
I smoke and I think bout my passions

gonja
I'm talking marijuana
Ever since I left the drama
I been seeing hella commas
There won't be a day in my life that I won't help my momma
That I won't

on a brand new six,
La la la la la la la la la la
I just taught my young boys how to mix,
La la la la la la la la la la
Ye ain't seen paper like this nigga.

the opps we slide on they block, I promise we gettin' em gone (Gone)
By the way that she talk she not bout ah bag, so ima just pass to my bro
Was down on my

maybelline
Yeah
Spend all my money on these pretty things
Spend all my money on these pretty things
Goddamn, pshhh
That’s a whole’lotta ass
Trae!
Trae!
What,

the mix of the drama
With the stench of marijuana
You can find me in the thickets geared up in my armor
In the mix of the drama, in the mix of the drama
In

Comin' Up

Pimp C

The Sweet James Jones Stories

2005

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

gang to the fullest
BWG
My young nigha kill u
Den stand over
I'm in da paint
Lik Julius Randolph
Bitch im a player in the regular season
I turn

to slide
Just hit one fifty in Vegas tryna die
Still remember when I seen my momma cry
Jumping off the building really tryna fly
Seeking knowledge got me

kickin' my pimpin', a regular nigga, he can't even dig
I done dressed up, all my cups look like Suge Knight, you know they red
My Glock so switched, it

Dirty & Stinkin'

Insane Clown Posse, Ol' Dirty Bastard

Thuggin', Ballin' and Pimpin'

2003

62nd Assassinater know what I'm sayin? style is coming 
Boom 

This recorded and it's dirty and it's stinkin', funkier than regular 
Abuse, so I was

(fly)
We ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin' and gettin' it (by)
Judgin' niggas with a log in my (eye)
Criticism got not sensitive (side)
Got the heart of lion,

it (fly)
We ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin' and gettin' it (by)
Judgin' niggas with a log in my (eye)
Criticism got not sensitive (side)
Got the heart

Thought dat young nigga was sayin' some shit
You shouldn't never hit me bout a hoe when you fuckin' a regular bitch
Like nigga you seen my bitches

And all my pretty mommas
(Come on out with your hands up)
And if you got a body
(Come on out with your hands up)
This one's for ev'ybody
(Come on out with

Rihanna
In the mix is what I am not
I don't do the drama
Bitch I'm lit like a Molotov
Baby I'm on fire
I can't switch on my brothers
For no figures and for

(better watch how you act) 
When I come by by 
She bad 
With a tude 
I don't want that
If it ain't my momma 
I don't call back 
You don't know 
My real name