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Ultimate Satisfaction

Field Mob

Release Therapy

2006

hot but the flow cold
Flip rocks by the boatload O.G. no see see me drift off get ya nodoz
Zip-loc full of dro tow big glocks on the hip cocked try

brought it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this

[Hook 1]
But if you feel

brought it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this

[Hook 1]
But if you feel

Two big booty bitches, in my living room
Like me so much said she gon leave her nigga soon
I told her oh no baby what is ya doin, I told her O-O-O NO

aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your

I take my price (Bitch I'm Gone)
I'm on euphoria, That blank area
Got me zoneeed out (I'm So Zoned Out)
I can be nice, I can be sweet 
I can be sour (Can Be, Can

pairs jays and a coupe 
Got them big mad 
30 in da ratchet
Get to dumping no kick back
You sweet homie
Split you like a Kit Kat
Never get ya bitch back

motorcade
Losses charged to the game
Big boss Mel BANG.
More money on the way
You gotta live by the code
Thought it was sweet on the road
Thought it was

I want you to tell them statik Selektah

Lets do this, man for real
We smoke big blunts, cigars, it's us
It's obvious, kids
We regulate up shit

, with no egg white
Rolling up a big spliff sipping on a Red Stripe
My bread's sweet, I got that hard dough
Make it look easy, you're making it look

of my niggas are rich
When I pull up it's
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
I put my opps on a leash
Put 'em in the gutter
Niggas judge a book by its cover
If I need

I’ll put it on these white kids screamin Sosa like bang bang
Aye I say
Big racks all day
I’m paid
Pull up wit the mitt
I play
I catch the money
Throw it

Representin' 93

2Pac

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

1993

freestyle flow (hey y'all, hey y'all)
Just a couple of motherfuckers that I know (uh)
I'm strictly representin'

(money, money, money by the ton)
I got

build where the bosses at?
Y'all ain't got no vision, let me show you where the office at
Tryna be big like Meech, tryna get y'all out y'all seats

617, better watch where you steppin'
G-17, you get lit by a freshman
It ain't sweet, it's sour, creep up on you like a lemon
Pointin' at the feet,

kill em one by one
Turn the gun on myself and bang I'm done
Lies, lies, lies roll off my tongue
I promise, mom, I don't wanna die young
I'll live a long

power
It's feelin' sweet but turnin' sour
Smokin' gas it's gettin louder
Know me I wake up then I get geeked twice
72 hours I really been geeked three

Syncopation

And he showed me
The mechanics of
Using a drum stick

And how to hold
Two heavy crash cymbals
And bang them together
And they were so heavy
And you

Blow Your House Down

U2

Achtung Baby

1991

a ring 
Others sat by the brim 
Tonight high-q site 
Want these innocent 
Bing-bang 
And the big bang 
Big bang, big bang 
Die like a butterfly

Yo my shawty so to damm extra 
Why cause she’s always tryna give me a lecture 
You might see in this bruck down vectra
With a spin ting like DJ

sixteens about a 16 aged boy
Whose story don’t taste so simply sweet
It ain’t the same as 1988, no murder capital
The POTUS is black but alienates, uh

I Don't Wanna Party Wit U

DJ Quik

Street Vibes, Vol. 7

2001

sweet on my lap (always)
'Cause it's the same thang tryin' to kill the gang-bang
Set examples for the kids, on how to maintain
Never be a lame brain

Baby I been lacking, I need someone who's by my side (side)
Something's been missing, I need someone with bad advice
(and here we go again, and here

Uh
It’s The Factory
Here we go
Sweet and then she sour
What you call that
Anything I want
Cause she’s all that
I can never get enough
She completes