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WHEN HE FEAST
START AT YA FEET
AND SPIT OUT YA TEETH
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN' ON?
AND BY THE END YOU GON' KNOW THE SONG
SENSI STARR HOT LIKE A LOADED GUN

on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck

Good times are over
We've gone so far
What happened to those days When we where counting stars
And all our lives changed so much
All our friends from

hit the mall spend it all every c note (uh)
It's all good mamma I got plenty of those
Bank accounts comma with plenty of Os
Oh superficial I suppose
So

come a star
I’ll become a star
My papa you go stand by me
Make i for grow old
Make i for become a star
Make i become a starr ahh
So far, so good oh
I Dey

I Ain't New Ta This

Ice-T

Home Invasion

1993

Come on
Come on

[ VERSE 1 ]
Do this, ugh, come on, come on
Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on
The I-see-e-T 
O.G. M.C. 
L.A.P.D.

are walking by staring at me
pre-pubescent faces are coming a little too close
i don't even remember if i have on any underwear

i get up and walk away

come with heart (some heart)
Rip apart any obstacle that you face don't let it park (don't let it)
Inside this drop is suede and leather the dashboard

you by my side
So come on home
Come on home
Come on home
Come on home
Come on home
Come on home

Yeah, when you smile at me well I feel so good
Come

I lost all my petty cash in
A car crash east of the Atlantic
So blow the cobwebs off your deadly pellets
If you can't kill it we'll try to sell it
I

Come on Home

The Springfields

The Very Best of the Springfields

1998

When you smile at me well I feel so good
Come on home
I can't be mad at you like I know I should
Come on home
Well you took me for a ride
And I

so cold
And I can still see my you waiting for me at home
Waiting for me at home
Wait, for me at home
While I’m freezing stuck in Celsius need you

I Feel So Good

Memphis Slim

Memphis Slim's Tribute to Big Bill Broonzy, Leroy Carr, Cow Cow Davenport, Curtis Jones

1961

I got a letter
It come to me by mail
My baby's a comin' home
I hope that she won't fail

Because I feel so good
I feel so good
You know I feel

I'll Be Good to You

The Brothers Johnson

Classics, Vol. 11

1987

want to love you, girl
In a special way

We've been together
For so very long
I would hate to break up
Break up our happy home

The way we stand

and carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot come and carry me home
I still believe in the best in people
Though I've lived through and been through the worse

Prague
Yo bitch wanna drink me like Mellow Yellow
I might come off rude but im a good fellow
Im just tryna wrap a gram in a rillo
The plug hit my phone

Feel Me

Onyx

Bacdafucup, Pt. II

2002

[Intro: Fredro Starr]
Just to let you know this is recorded 9/11/2001
The day the World Trade Center blows up
Shit is real, son
Shit hit home, kid,

Trans-Atlantic and your shit is amateur 

Here comes a challenger, strap in your passengers
Aerodynamic, got my flux capacitor
Grab at your bannister, bitch, I’m

and she know it too
First name Noah so I'm always counting by the twos
That's why I'm always chucking deuce
Watch out boy we coming through
I just made

Strictly Genteel

Frank Zappa

Strictly Genteel: A Classical Introduction to Frank Zappa

movie. he rented the studio, had all th
Heesy sets built...it's so moche!. he's telling everybody, right now, right over there to...(text obscured by

Do What I Do

Scarface

Deeply Rooted [Only @ Best Buy]

2015

dealin'
It don't matter how I get it, I got it, fuck feelings
I don't have none, I'm 'bout my paper, nigga, ask 'em
Don't get confused on how the cash come

quest most def

[Fredro Starr]
Fredro Starr
I'm mad as shit
I bust a nigga ask a nigga fuck him wit shit
I fuck him up good, just to smoke a L
Make my day

a man can't do 
He needs a women by his side

So we'll always treat our woman right 
cause we are equal in Jah jah eyes
And when we rock and rub and we

parted ways
Out to the opening she stared
Where Loch Fyne flirted into Atlantic's bed
And floating by smoked the pyres of the dead
And still their words