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The Jackpot/Swept Away

Atmosphere

Headshots: Se7en [Bonus Disc]

2005

ain't happy when I am around
She's mad when I'm gone
So imma drink this pint of whiskey and go pass out on her lawn
And when she leaves to go to work

shit
Nigga back up
Yo lil ass a chump

They
Gone have to come
Deep for me
Discreet
Cus I'm the one

Nigga
Ima come
John Wick 3
Take 'em out
One by one

night
Bangin out these sets while Im sippin on a half pint
Liquor in me gets me goin fa' the day homes
I eat some cereal smoke half an L and straight zone

by the bar
So I buy the bar
Turn the bar to a party
We all takin shots like Kobe
Got all, these bitches lookin at me
I see 99 problems but it ain’t 1

silence as
My world falls apart
She who made me whole left me with half

Imma be her angel showing at night
Wrap your arms around me holding me tight
I know

Pour it up, pints of red
If he talk down on me then that nigga dead
You took my flow
Uh, where's my cred
I know you think about me when you go to bed

the ninth and
You can blame the vodka I was drinkin' by the pints and
Now my head poundin' (Ooh), foul, taught me heistin'
Reached for my money clip, hm,

Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"

Mum loves

own now
Hope my daddy looking down watch ya son shine
Hear me beating in yo truck got that alpine
Use to come and smoke a zip with me and half pint

from A to Z
Pretty little thing gone roll my weed
Pouring a pint inn my snapple tea
Like the way that she moves, how she does it
I was gonna behave nah

want a line
I got a pint for the low
But she talkin bout the white
She be playin wit her nose
Swear she ain't really that type
But she keep comin back

might catch a flight
The fuck am I going tonight ,Fuck it
I just might go pour a pint
Left you in the dust
How the fuck you gone bite it
High as a jet

crip
Pull that thing off the lap
Make em rotate they strip
Five a stack half
For my lil dirty grip
Pint and a half
Sat down and drown in it
Mix match

Ps in
I get the pack, it be gone by the weekend
I stay on point, like a fucking ink pen
Niggas don't want beef, I think that they vegan
How the fuck is

fuckin up my life (dogg, man, this bitch....!) 
C'mon Ma, gimme a break!!

By now wasn't lookin too good
'cause she wasn't doin things that she told me

If it's beef we gone turn him into Popeyes
Ice in my veins I feel dlo
If we fuck better keep it on the dlo
Hitting it crazy, she gone hit that C note

These niggas still playing catch up
Can't get they check up
Ran into his lil hoe and you know she gave that neck up
I hope they ain't tryna test us

a hurricane breeze
Not a word, a goodbye, not even a note
She's gone with the man in the long black coat

Somebody seem him hangin' around
At the old dance hall

Right here, let's get ratchet, uh huh

Trippy like Bombay paper planes
Pints of Codeine, pounds of Mary Jane
If I didn't have my dope, I would go

Ernie (The Fastest Milkman in the West)

Benny Hill

The Best of Benny Hill

as Sue
She lived all alone in Linley Lane
At number twenty two
They said she was too good for him
She was haughty, proud and chic
But Ernie got his

amused
(WHAAAT!!!)
I'm sick of you bitches, you prickin a stick faster
A little by little a minute I get half of
Think im a wizard unwhipping a clip, damn

Tip That Waitress

Loudon Wainwright III

Career Moves

1993

She's been on her feet nearly half the damned night
Bringing your beverage and your late night bite
She remains cheerful, when you're nasty

A mythical creature breathing life into one liners
Got that Ñengo flow, precise style like a Sniper
Always keep it cool like a Ben and Jerry's pint of
Half

time we checked she was young
But all she's got left has gone numb
And she's gone again, gone again, gone
Uh-huh

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