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caught my eye
The end is nigh
Withdrawing hand
That you refused

Dance forever
In a divine grove
Dance forever
Intoxicated by my flute

I play, you dance

shit? (me)
I send one of my lil' niggas, come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit (ha)
Got pulled over with fifty-five K in my pocket (woo)

I Luv It

Mr. Serv-On

Da Next Level

1999

and lil' slim in here.
Shit, Craig be	, all of Beats By The Pound
Mo. be	 nigga with this track, KL.
Nigga Bad Azz in this bitch.
Goodie Mob, all them

a nigga out
Nosey neighbor over there we never thought
Going in like a cypher
Outkast, Goodie Mob make me pipe up
Get piped up
Tighten up like a retro
95,

All Out

2Pac

Until the End of Time

2001

Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash

All Out

2Pac

Until the End of Time [Clean]

2001

Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash

you was just a freak
but I don't play them fuck boy games I'm 'bout my chedda cheese


I'm layin down the rules its a game that you lose...
its mob, its

Intro- Haha, me and P Dot is gonna fuck you niggas up The Davis Way. 



Verse 1- These punches will put down Kimbo

Goodie Mob pistols, my shit be

that’s A&E it can pop like yack
If it pops like yack that’s Zak coming back if you lack better duck no quack better cut that cap
You can lose your hat if I

Gotta Get Mine

2Pac

Hit List [Intersound]

1997

yours (here to play, yeah)
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours (haha)
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours (1993)
I gotta get mine, you gotta get

to the bucks with you
Then count it up with you
I'll say it right to your face
I ain't got time for the games
Just by the look in your face
I'm trynna fuck in

Tuh get d whole vibes yes 
Thanking God fuh d life i live them  coulda never really expect me
Just to stay right dey
Looking a fool d lova boy dey
By

or more
This ice on me frozen my neck look like Olaf that Chopper gone sing when I Let It Go
And if smoke imma let you know
I make a junkie post up at your

Left Eye Dead (moment of silence for Left Eye)
Everywhere a nigga turned he heard Kilo
Goodie Mob was asking who was in their window
Born in the late

to be smiling
If you're wilding you should be...
Last name 'two shoes' first name 'Goodie Mob'
Grab some concrete sneaks put a hoodie on
Could be armed,

moms is high reason 
I'm peaking with age 
basic machines in rage 
on the darkest path we know 
green so gnarly my mob goodie am I Cee-Lo
verbatim you

out and get something.

Word to the Goodie M-O-B. Say the truth will set you free. If you believe—you can achieve ON ME! 

On God! On my Mama! On squad

a flute
Diamonds on the rocks that's that nigga Cap Tsu
Niggas know my bop soon as I slide through
(Talk yo shit Captn)
Nigga do not play with me
All my

the ops tried kickin in the trap door
Talk slick
That's that shit that you get slapped for
Mob shit
Send them shooters threw your backdoor
Ricky Bobby took

feel it (you feel me?)

Ran up a huncho by myself (huncho)
Whole 'nother profit, don't need no help (yeah)
Pack in the mail, send 'em both to your

a pocket fulla stones was no future in ur frontin
Influenced by that Rick Ross everyday I'm hustling 
You can hear it in my stomach its soul food that goodie

my foes
Surpassed your bar but more to go
Thank you to all those hoes
Played me hard got through it though
Chi town ready start the show
One more time

Snake Charmer

Rainbow

Ritchie Blackmore's Rainbow

1975

Old hollow eyes
Got no ties
Walking by the light of the moon

Hey shiny boots
With strings and flutes
Rising like a crazy balloon

Close your

corkscrew she had
And say "Billy! Billy M'Caw! Come give us
A tune on your pastoral flute!"
And Billy'd strike up on his pastoral flute
And Billy'd strike up