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for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not

Search and Destroy

Red Hot Chili Peppers

Under the Covers: Essential Red Hot Chili Peppers

1998

searches and destroys 

Honey gotta help me please 
Somebody gotta save my soul 
Baby detonate for me 

Look out honey, 'cause I'm using technology

sweater in the cold
Hug you tight and sittin' by the window
The New York City lights put on a show
You tell me baby that you love me so
I'm here, I'm now

She been lookin for love 
In all the wrong places
And she never knew love
To know what the right thing is
She been searchin for substance
Yearning

Uh
Ok
Feeling like I'm drowning kinda stuck
Searchin' for a reason just to wake up
Struggling to even get a couple damn bucks
voices in my head are

searchin’ for some things
My problems been haunting me 
And leaving blood stains
Why do I feel this pain?
Hearin’ voices in my fuckin’ brain
Can’t trust

Two cups of coffee (Two cups of coffee)
You're my evening bliss
(You're my evening bliss)
Jesus fuckin' Christ (Ay, uh)
We're searchin' for the moon

Just looking in your heart.
All my life
I'm searchin' for U
my sweet baby
I've got good good good feelin'
I know good lovin' mama
Just looking in

Gimme some play

You can tell its thorough by the package
Yea Yea baby
Gimme some play
(Some Play)
Yea Yea baby
Gimme some play
Gotta get my shit off by

no love song, baby, I'm in my bag
And I'm thankful for my God 'cause that's all that I have (ooh)
I want it myself, I want it myself

Hmm, hmm, hmm

P.I.M.P. [Snoop Dogg Remix]

Snoop Dogg

P.I.M.P. [Australia CD]

2003

ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my

ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my

New York City Serenade

Bruce Springsteen

Small Town Boy

It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute
It's a mad dog's promenade
So walk tall, or baby, don't walk at all

Fish lady, fish lady,

New York City Serenade

Bruce Springsteen

The Wild, the Innocent & the E Street Shuffle

1973

It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute
It's a mad dog's promenade
So walk tall, or baby, don't walk at all

Fish lady, fish lady,

Searchin' for proof
Put the world on my loop, could you tell me what's wrong
What's wrong
Mmm, could you tell me what's wrong
By the way, I'm so high
Could

So Beautiful

Big Bang

Number 1

2008

I've been searchin' for my baby, 
The one to come and save me and this you know, 
She is so beautiful ain't never act stuck up or shady, 
One

the doors
I'm looking for a way out
Like everybody that did before you
Looking for a way out
Everybody's just searchin' for truth
I found it in you, baby
You

(dance)
I have a beach house in Miami (ami)
Hang out in my jammies (Yep)
Lobster tail for dinner (Uh, huh)
Then we serve that scampi (Yo)
We got it if you

Illmatic
On my Rosa Parks in the back writin' like B Rabbit
How I carry it, gimme the beat and then I'ma bury it
Producin' tracks for the underground like

talked about in your life

There and Back Again
Back to hell my friends

Wooo!
Always feelin, Always searchin'
For that message in a bottle
Someone to tell

Searchin', Searchin'
Know it took me some time
Been out of sight, out of mind
Hard to find but I been
Workin', Workin'
Got a lot on my mind
Just look

Say I'm sliding in Manhattan with my bros
And I'm tatted as a motherfucker, baby let me know
If your nigga ain't doing it right then I guess I gotta

Sippin' on the Schweppes with the Captain
Shawty wanna switch up you know I'm adaptin'
Call up your friends take you to Manhattan
Say she love my

pretty I get you to the
Crib for I forget it we kick it for a minute
But I'll kick ya out if I feel you tryna know
To much of my business baby so chill out