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rappers I’m not friendly
Come around with that playing this shit deadly
I’ma send that boy up and that’s on granny
Keep a 9 on my side that bitch real handy

by the girls you like was the big nights
One oh six and park
Nothing but thumbs up
At three in the morning it was b e t uncut
Watching every video

This tale begins about half nine in the morning
Strolling down the hill to the station
Stop in at the shop on the Hythe for some supplies
Super duper

flat
I got a new bitch and she pregnant
I know you felt that
And now you want me
I moved on i cant help that
Use to play the back seat
Use to let them

Fuck a 9 to 5
I go 9-5 then 5-9
All I know grind
24/7 365
Oh my how time flies
Stayed down for my dawgs 
G’s up stay high
Alter the carbon 
Control

I'm out
I'm gone
We out
We gone
We out
We gone
Sorry I'm

Surrounded by people, it's hard to breathe
Get all these zombies up off of me
I don't want

bitch I pour Bitch I use to be poor
Yeah I use to broke but I’m all in my bag
Bitch you play with me hoe I'm a pop like a tag
Give a fuck what it cost

yourself and beats that up
Leave like nine or some'n, leave for a month

I deserve that whip right there, yeah
I deserve to pull up to that big house

this kind of tech
And you will find an underhanded man, let's look in retrospect
It hasn't been a minute since I had to bring another up
Everywhere I

I am a clockmaker of fine machinery
Time pieces of various kinds
A craftsman apprentice
Who designs and precisely builds by hand
Unwinding

to handle the regrets of yesterday
And crawl back behind that face with a medicated hollow gaze
Final round in the chamber of anger
Kept secret as favor

gotta big brain, I be fucking thinking
I got my own sauce
I use special seasoning
I can get you right for the forty-five
You'll make a hundred thousand by

You coulda gone pon 'neda world
You seh you was borrow all mi shirt
And all mi sweater girl
But I think you was use up all mi cheddar girl no
Get

I'll give you something to talk about
Come around me fronting I'll air you out
I go off

I don't shoot shit off dog I gun it down
Walk up on niggas

Chris Rock Get Lower

Lil Jon

Crunk Juice [Bonus CD & DVD]

2004

Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up! turn me up!
Yo! turn me up, turn me up! up some more!
Up - up some more! Up, up some more!
Yeah, up up some

You know they never ever loved us
Women use to always dub us
But we built this mother fucker from the ground up
So what the fuck you really telling

Jamba

Tyler, the Creator

Wolf

2013

of the cabin
Camp Floggnaw nigga you can tell by the badge
(Pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this fucking awesome
I'm animals,

you (coolio)
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position
And destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough
Your whole

From the beginning I started repenting
I'm taking a class in humility
Modesty's obviously holding me back
So i need to be cocky
The chamber reloaded

At midnight I make up my bed
Half-wishing you were there in it
And half-happy it's just me instead
To go to sleep with poppies 'round my head

My

give me credit
So scary, think i ghostwrite
Fuck you think gave the devil soundbites
I got too much pride
To say someone else's lines
All by myself
Can't

is that Essential
I like spitting words and
Puffing percs up the metro
I like when the dirt covers your face
Followed by headstone
I like hitting

and curse

I search for solace on my radio, I change the stations but this thing I know
When stories break you gotta pic a side, echo chambers in the great

and the bullshit, all these posers on my nutsack
Does it look like I'm affected by the shit you say behind my back
I'm the life of the party, in the very front