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Do I Do

Gerald Veasley

On the Fast Track

2001

anticipating your love, love, love
From the time that I awake
I'm imagining the good love that we'll make
If to me your vibe can do all this
Just imagine how

been defiled by more than
four or five worth-whiles along the way
They're stockpiled in my brain
I wish they could never fade
If I could only see your

Lean Low

YoungBloodZ

Drankin' Patnaz [Bonus DVD]

2002

team freezed up
I know you knew the name, gull, when you seen us

Walkin' up in the V.I.P., I.M.P. when I walked by
Man, I, don't holla at no lame ho's
I

If he ain't in the field then we shoot at the sideline
This top tier exotic can't slide by a canine
He play with my patna, he play in the grapevine

on my mind, i can't think straight
Dose off on the blunt by mistake
It's 5 in the morning, im still awake
She ask me why i stay up this late
I smoke

movin'!
We can keep the club jumpin' till daylight
From New York to L.A. through the Bay; right?

Back up to back up in the mix like that (yeah!)
And I

Straight Outta Compton

N.W.A

Greatest Hits

1996

goin out
For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out
Niggaz start to mumble, they want to rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off

and planetary motions
This is Snoopy Collins
And I'm going to give you a funkin' eargasm
Yeah (I'm the Love Gangsta, baby)
So put your guns away and just roll it

her
Share your love when it's colder
L-O, L-O
I like ‘em slim thick
Short hair, talk that quick shit
While applying lipstick
Ain’t afraid to hit this

But I just love you so bad
And I know it's not a phase
Maybe you think that it's the case
Even if you try to cut me loose
Imma get it through by any

lost about five homies
This shit is real to me
L.A. is where I'm speakin of
Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love

Yo
This is goin out

I ain’t nothing like all of them
I’m more like myself, with a mix of psychoactive
Keep on rapping so graphic, might call this psychiatric

Body these

still ballin like chris
This a hot mix if you raw im the shit. Bitch

They say you playing homie , go and drop some pain on em
I done switch the game

this
Spread the love from the chest, like the black eye peace
Pass the mic flow easy flick of the wrist
Who's more sicker than this, we too nice
Black

I wrote this this morning so hopefully I don't mess up

Problems
I can't afford a mistake 
My money too low in the bank
Been dumping it all in

so hard I lost track of those Hours
I grew tired of that nine to five myth
I rather be on tour and hear my voice in rap mix
And spit adlibs, I'm

I’m flexin
She don’t see me ou girl I’m testing
Say she want me who got me back in
Yeah I’m five six feeling like I’m six five
Got a couple diss songs

sent her a demo to rate, from 0 to 5, I'm four and a half
I be working on this day after day, what's the rush
I be whipping in a daze, ain't no Waze,

back, this a truce
I need to get my women by the two's
They double team me like they in cohoots
I'm fucking them both while I lay in booth
I'm fucking

I'm strapped, imma pop mine
Bustin out these racks on this table, imma buy it all
Titties popping out the bra and bitch this ain't Risperdal
I don't

a bunch
Of fools into heaven"

Sold my people the bricks
Sold my people the sticks
Sold my people, they're not my people
They got caught up in the mix
I

back
Apparently all the strangers knows your name, the bad things you've done
A familiar face urges through the crowd, says something secretly
And mix up

I'ma pour them a- pour them a lil cup
You know
Usually I'd tell you to mix the elixir
But this has always been a good one
And stuff so that's for them

if you what your song about
I stay out the mix
But I'll get into it for them racks
Trying to stack that bread
Seven foot one nigga Shaq'
I get out my