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past
Yeah I'm sure life sucks but I learned that it won't last
I'm a producer not a lyricist
Now bop your head, sit back and keep on hearing this

Yeah
I

to come over and spread you out
Bitch, I'm just tryna dick you out
Bitch, I ain't doing anything with my mouth
Shit, don't ask questions, bitch
Just take it

me
Like the kid ain't never been astounding
Even in the underground scene
I'm ripping everyone around me
Looking back on all my feats and it got me

a two sweater
That's a whole lotta red, ay, ay
For my new beamer, ay
She giving me head, ay
Got 2 foreigners looking like delorean
Same bitches over

over my head
Hid the picture in my shirt, like a curse
I stood up and walked outside
Where a kid was waitin' for me, with a loaded four-five
I didn't say

M16 taped underneath the front side of my passenger seat
I slide over the hood grab it and unload
Hit one the neck one in the head car stopped dead cold

second lettering,
This ho-head plus wanted me to rep the block
Sadly I missed the block
Badly and the ones that came before me doctor Bop and Rock
Daddy,

Lordjazz - Yo Geechi yo man you be spittin that shit that goes over niggas heads

Geechi  verse 1
Man the magic you know us but the magic aint over

Like my girls, not my cars topless
Dalmatians we spot them Yea

Bow Down Never Head Up to the sky
We just getting by
Critics criticize
When this is

head resting uneasily on his folded arms
And the boy that smiled and the girl he went with

And in my eyes too
A waving craziness splitting them into

sheep by the hour sheaves kneel
While I sleep my fate sealed watch me
I minute more than most can't stop me
Every second gets better
Think I'm finished

with every chance a nigga get
Missionary mind, sometimes I feel like my kids are lucky.
Pray and work, I didn't come to earth by doings
A father in

cloak
4most production 
Shout to Ricky 
All dem bops
Pop off Hernandez

Kids roll up your windows
Reach in my center console 
Peek at the traffic signals

Hollywood Divorce

Snoop Dogg

Idlewild

2006

as a good little hood thing
Look at blues, rock, jazz, rap
Not even talkin' about music
Everything else too
By the time it reach Hollywood it's over
But

What's Real

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Chief Boot Knocka

1994

when ya claimin ya gang bang
Doin everythin to gain fame and get yourself a name
But I done seen my homies gettin smoked over dice games
When you was

sound the same 
Saying that is overplayed 
Yeah I bet it 

Bitch my bop wop like Fetti 
Pop confetti 
Stop the levy watch the whole damn wall cave 
Lil

head again
Its my time but I'm feeling like a veteran
Wishing that I was a kid again
But I'm living life as if God was the president
So please pardon me

Ooh! Ooh!

Yukmouth

Thug Lord: The New Testament

2001

for all my thug niggas that hustle to make cheese
niggas scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all them chicken heads who ain't scared to get on their knees
bitches

I but them cars ima' drive them cars I ain't never need a chauffeur
When the moon take over the night i'll be there to hold you
Everyday i'm working

altitude
I'm a boss bitch, I let you spread the rumors
Yea you talkin' shit but not an ounce true
Million dollar misfit, my money pilin'
All over the lettuce

popped up
AYE WAIT
Glock on my hip say hi to my friend
I got a Mask I feel like Blankman
Shit gettin hot you get aired like a fan
His head a ticket yea he

right over Con head
ZIP EM UP!

Now in that last round you
Tried to breakdown my body
And I admit you let your heater spray too
But how can you compare

a
Dyke and her friend she telling me
She gon' take my cock to her lips
Suffice to my wish, saliva
And recycle my kids, gulp
I'm the best, it's hard to lose

Like that time I was twelve and got bitten by a wasp
Or accepted my car keys would always be lost 
Though the sting is gone and I've totaled the cost