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("Toto... ! Toto... !"), blowing these terrible germs in his direction ("Come here, Toto... !"), and all of this caused ("Toto... !") by a huge mountain
of the Year" and figured I was on track
This nigga Pat' been in my ear talkin' 'bout rhymin' on tracks
So after practice we record and then we got it on wax
some chick to lay
I was young and crazy and life was full of girls and beer
Now I'm gettin' older but I'm still crazy after all these years
All these
letter
Ahead of my time and you know not
To ever put me in position
Designed to put these rappers
Out of commission
All I spit is dope and after this
Y'all
me i been
Handlin' stress in this shit for years
Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears now
Said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggas can't fuck
Right where his 'foot' was supposed to be.
Now, billy the mountain, he couldn't believe it!
All those postcards he'd posed for, for over these years
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
a cutie, we spoonin'
Take it back and take a look at yourself
Take the lesson, put it all in the air
Too many days gone by
Sittin' by the phone, waitin'
I wish you were here
Yeah I, wish you were here
After all this time and all these years
I, wish you were here
Yeah, I've had my share
of 21
I still remember hun
Wasn’t it you throwing shade
Wasn’t it you
After I forgave all the things you did
Wasn’t it you
Now you’re begging me
But something told me, write this down and just speak from the heart
It's been fourteen years since I found you all alone in the dark
But losing you
Literally had wrote that string
Section, played it, and was like
Okay, add all these instruments
I'mma get real players to
Play this, and then
Hearing it come
Yeah, for sure, it reaches all the way back there too
Good lookin', homie
Ayo, I really fuck with that Starter cap, that shit hard as fuck
Crazy story
legit
I still take the chance, I'm drug rich
These niggas givin' y'all mad checks
Later on you gon' have to pay back double
Hope you ain't spend it all
(What y'all want?)
Unconditional Love (no doubt)
Talking bout the stuff that don't wear off
It don't fade
It'll last for all these crazy days
runnin my momma crazy
Goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yourself, you a hell of a lady
Shit I'm doin' now
played love's lotto and we won
And it's clear that we ain't done
Cause we're having too much fun
Still crazy in love after all these years
And we still
the ghetto go figure
Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all
Y'all fall asleep for real
These battle rappers stay beefin' still
But fake reach for steel and go BAOW! So
Loud y'all think the beef is real
Bitch, you
this time I'd still say I'm sorry
Just wanna get by, come on give me some time girl
After all these years I know I love you
And what may be you know I'm
and loot
They killin' all of our people, just pick us off one by one and get wanton endangerment
Breonna Taylor was murdered in March
After 6 months, that's
been dirty too shady
Bout to fuck it up have babies
And every year after its belated
Took care of the game like related
Missionary on top go crazy
[Pharoahe Monch]
GET THE FUCK UP!
Simon says "GET THE FUCK UP!"
Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)
Queens is in the back
Get the fuck up!
Simon says get the fuck up!
Throw ya hands in the sky (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)
Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all wassup?
.png/286px-Ten_Years_After_(1970).png "Ten Years After")
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