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Smoking with my darling
She's out of this world, even for the Martians yeah
So please don't fuck with my zone
I will go back home and smoke my own

Own
Own

happened
Can this be really happening
On my way back to Cali
Feds right beside me
Red eye on da flight
Hit LA by tonight
Do you know how it feels to be

old school
Turtles toss hammers, ride clouds, and grow food
In and out dreamlands searching for your own truth
Brother wears a jumpsuit
Lady comes from

it brick by brick. 

Don’t want to post for validation, y’all can take my flicks. 

An IUL, perform and put the tips in it. 

Chef Rardy it’s in

okay
I remember when my mama used to tell me you can go play
It felt like yesterday
And now today I'm a grown man
I live by my own plan, I'm steering

Principle upended by affectation
Assimilated division
Sing along to your psalm of sedition
Bleeding out
Blood red faith
Black and blue
Question why you were

Hope I never wake up from this weed coma, peep a whole lotta weak shit ya corner
Cornea, red, arizona, cardinal
This that ragin thru the margin flow

broke, whoa oh,
No money I own, whoa oh.
I load my pistols in my waist.
And they say a rude boys got no soul, whoa oh,
and now I pay, whoa oh,
for 25 years

meal Issa dinna
Bur get the fur going in for the winter
You know young red wrist ill wit the pen ah
Louie the bag
Gucci the belt
All on my own
Did it all

Red Hot Mama [Bonus Track]

Parliament

The Early Years

1997

(Right on!)
Ride on red hot mama
Girl, you sure look good to me

Be my dog!
You look good, girl
Carry on!
Hey!
Get funky?

Hey baby
Be my dog

wild feels like puppy love
Got so lost in your smile when you asked me what the mileage was
And if I ever leaned how to change my own oil
Promise you

or check the sleeves of my jacket
I promise it isn't magic, its habit, eyes red as radishes nigga
Kxng Solo. the total package
Nigga I been grinding got

You won't pay us
But you want to define us
Scarecrow
You won't claim us
But you want to deny us
Yet somehow
You want to treat us like you own us
You

the race I win the case
Bloody jumpsuit Like I'm mase
Clip on my waist
Stuck in my ways
One of theses days
Hide at my place
Keep up the pace
Tie your shoe

They want my cash
But all I got is xrp
Told the banks no so they called in
The sec
Sue me I'm takin Gzx overseas
Love America but I'm not afraid

Red Hot Mama

Funkadelic

Greatest Hits 1972-1993

1994

Girl, you sure look good to me

Be my dog!
You look good, girl
Carry on!
Hey!
Get funky?

Hey baby
Be my dog

Come on, baby!
Red hot mama

so good
Ima buy you
Some red bottoms gucci jumpsuit
She like bentley you be styling
Yeap ima wave you a island
Her neck give me peace like a island

Red Chip Funk

Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin

Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton

Produced by Rabid City Records

(C)

I'm sick in the head
When I shoot the bitch til She dead
I put my dick into some 
Red
Red rum red rum red rum

I'm sick in the head
When I shoot

""Incarcerated by my fear paranoia I'm condemned to live a wretched life Confinement in a sterile world isolation Disconjunction with society Boiling

me out for MTV
In my yellow jumpsuit, in case you can't see me
You running businesses, Imma get my own
Apple just sent me their new iPhone
Don't have

believe in this shit
Imma orange jumpsuit watching the DPcC lit
Like how I go from Mt Zion to this?

I be distant...
Knowing that my life's a bitch

cnd

Red and Gold

Fairport Convention

25th Anniversary Concert

1994

work
Cutting hedges in the meadow by the stream
My blade slipped, I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow
Upon the brown earth and the corn still

to live
Niggas fuck with you when it's beneficial
But they ain't been official 
Learned how to move on my own
Can't trust everybody 
Even though I'm cool