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and buddy ran
Bullets hot get niggas tan, shits too hot I need a fan
Ask the price I need a band, whip my wrist and broke my hand
Say I won't and bitch I will

And Annie’s having a party tonight again,
Last time that's where we became friends,
Something bout a band that we should start up with Ben,
I’m too busy talking

Uh
2 step in this bitch with her
With a bad bitch
We just come to bop
Sippin brown getting lit
Haters to the back
We aint frontin on shit
I diddy bop

Atomic Garden

Bad Religion

All Ages

1995

the gardening stop
Come out to play
Come out to play
And we'll pretend it's Christmas Day
In my atomic garden

All my scientists are working on a deadline

around the house
Bad chick by my side ride or die for me
We are stronger together than apart so we both coming
Real Niggas staying put fake niggas running

And you're a butthead like you have pants on your face
And we can butt heads, like a ram with some rage
Got your horns showin' devil, brass band in my way
Well

Manilla

Lupe Fiasco

Drogas Wave

2018

We are a people who have historically been on the verge on extinction
We have been at many times, under much stress
Since being brought into this

fuck what you heard
Hit it out her park and feel my eyes Blur while I'm rounding Third
A melting pot into the dirt
Sensational go through rebirth

Leave

A killer is someone who grinds
A killer gets that money

But we're here to study a new kind of killer
A serial killer

Life is mundane, might as well

stop
More flows ready in the pot we sellin' em hot know so many got the guap
But many gon flop
Let my gun spray, naava no Buddha, I come all alone make

Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Ey
Do your thang
Get your bands
You go out
With your friends
Leave at six
Leave at 10
Home by five
Leave again
Leave

said life's too short for the scheming
Get gwop, chase bags that's the way I'm dealing
Catch flights honey, mi nah catch feelings 
If we're talking tings

as once promised

Doped out, the tracks got tracks
Look how the Gods control the rack
The Band come with a drum, rock and roll rap
Watch a soldier Work
This

To the Dogs or Whoever

Josh Ritter

The Historical Conquests of Josh Ritter

2007

time by loving me plenty
She knows there'll come a day when we won't be getting any

The stain of the sepia the butcher Crimea
Through the wreck

talking your shit cause we go get it

You playing a stick
And why these niggas always talking
We the ones who do the stalking
I don't want to go

by my hoodie that I rep E-Dub
An if you ain't down don't ask to come up
Rowdy
Rowdy
Rowdy
All we ever do is party
Music playin very loudly
We get
Rowdy

Big bands
Pull up the Benz
South side known in my ends
Bitch boy come get your man's
Baby won't you bring out your friends
Okay alright okay alright
All

Party hard party long
Move like this is the last song
Drop your guard lose your mind
Say goodbye to humankind
Get drunk get crunk get buck we

offspring
For we owe no debts and bow to no king
Every war has it's costs and we've paid
Won by the bond of the party we've made

Warn with a call that

as we laugh and regale
While pausing to powder our nose
So drink up me hearties, it's the end of the party
But the real fun's about to begin
It's adios,

at the mass
I run it up
On the come up
We fuck it up
Blow up a bag in the truck
Finna get rich like the tails of the duck
Say they want beef well I don't give

and will we ever let the magic come and tap into us?
We preach apocalypse written by John the Revelator
But won't even speak to a stranger ridin'

the gang
Getting to the cash then i run it up again
Me and 2 girls we just fornicate
Me and few band yeah
Run it for the gang
Toast up cups with my real ones

over the road
Getting paid by the bucket load

We were singin’ about the bayou
About what we like to do
I noticed a fire or two
Come my way I’m gonna