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(its suzy) whatever call my mom
Tell her not to cook dinner tonight something's come up I gotta run
It's a big world we live in
And we end up with

singing about them Pretty Wings
I was just a thirst nigga looking for a pretty thing
Chasing ass trying to get my sir rocked like Diddy drink
Had to get

This class is fucking boring I'm out of here
Um excuse me, did I hear you say something?
With all due respect sir suck my
Give me a minute I'll jimmy

Yeah
I'm staying low to the ground stay alert
Watch it now a lot of that's happening
Universal so much loud I need rehearsal
Put my words i put together

getting his heart broken by crushes
She grew her side hustle into a flourishing business
I found my way even in the darkest of despair by listening

The Messenger (Skit)

Krayzie Bone

Thug Mentality 1999

1999

? 

[Waiter]
Certainly. Back there by the wine racks. 

[Krayzie]
All right, thanks a lot. Thank you, thank you. 

[Waiter]
Oh, you're welcome sir

a gun hammer
My sickness, should remind you of Christmas
Cause i’m always coming down with something
Like a young Santa
Understand, there will be no

Dem Callin on the beat
AK
What's up, Wiggz?
I make shy folks mix
Turn around and hit the splits
Heard the sounds spit out my fist
Stirred aground,

you niggas know how I'm stepping
It ain't shit neutral
I'm just staying out the mix
Cause the sauce gone come with some noodles
On my own time
Turn

don't need no feelings nigga I don't even get attached yeah
Most of these niggas be corny that’s why I kick it by myself yeah
Niggas chat about ya

cooler than Dippin Dots
I dipped for a hot while but baby got back like Sir Mix-A-Lot
One tray
Fifty shots
We get the guap, while getting sloshed
I'm

been living the dream too many people are calling me Sir
Am I living the dream if I barely get to spend time with her?
I live ten minutes from my best

chills
If they treat us like a thread
That's when we leave 'em dead
And if they treat us like a thread That's when we leave them
Boy I'm build by my

to roll

I got the strap by the seam of my clothes 

Show a lil nigga this cutta on me not even his beef but his mans get expose

Putting down pressure you

German Lunch

Frank Zappa

You Can't Do That on Stage Anymore, Vol. 5

1992

(about.)
You had a cold for a year, are you trying to bring a cold into zis country. oh my God don't cough on me. what is this medal say. sais berlin

people here even without you
Just shut up
Damn voice in my head!

Don't be so sad! That's the point
A lot of people? So...
Shut up. Ma'am, are you soon?

Fucking with no putties Imma take their ass to god
Over under with these bitches I think I just hit the lot
Jump inside my territory this shit you

out the white noise is a need
Whether by blacking out or just smoking weed
I'm lying back on the couch, I put on something nice
I fold my hands and I

And fuck all my teachers, I don't mean to be an asshole
I was just a youngin', didn't think about the repercussion
Only "A" I ever got was when I was playin'

Wasted

Twiztid

A New Nightmare

phone
I don't give a fuck, though
Hand me a Dixie cup and a Red Bull
And I'mma mix it up with something special to make ya head go
Ooo wee ooo wee,

sign
c lot of swerving driving on the line
Have you guys been drinking?”

Malcolm: “No sir, I'm just tired. It's my off time”

Radio: “We had a robbery

becoming more and more appearant as the days tick by in my head that...that pop punk is dead...
[mc chris]What!?
[Tim Chandler]...and hip hop is the wave

and conquering)
Live and conquer (we're living)
Live and conquer (and conquering)
Live and conquer (We're living, living and conquering)

I'm not Sir Mix-a-Lot but

less, all of that cap, flex
Don't really care about the next, hit, all that I need is the Chex Mix
A lot of people talking like they found themselves