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Young savage 
Then he's perfect for the role 
Cut the crap 
He involved 
When you giving us the dough 
Friday 2 o'clock 
Thai Lane  
Got a spot
5th floor

Alwayz into Somethin'

N.W.A

Syrup: Screwed Out, Vol. 2

1999

didn't do it I can't fuck with it
NWA is like a mix a fix a trix
Real niggas with big dicks
You're takin' a chance when you think that
Talkin' under

broke, done locked em down
By putting a baby into em
Now they want a good guy
To raise and pretend to be kin to em ha

You must of got me mistaken
Cuz u

record the
Way you feeling like history being made
This muthafucka put a mirror
On the goddamn screen let's go, El-P!
Huh? Champ! So what we're gonna do

Doo-wop
Doo-wop
Doo-wop
Doo-wop
When I was young, the Doo-wops had the hour
The Doo-wops had the power of harmony and soul
Now I'm a man, I'm dancing

don’t lack
Shubz on a Friday pulling up at Jbo’s gaff
(skurting ay)
2 2 gyal getting moved by 2 2 man
(2 2 man ay) come off the decks if you
Can’t mix

movies our videos, but we still #1 in America
-You see a coward can talk shit behind a nigga back
-But only a man can tell you what's on his mind
when he

wired, deep through the earth
You won't mix your heart wired, deep through the earth

Furrow from the fall when you were young
You still find the time

I start to hit 'em with a brolly
'Cos you see I'm not nice all the time
But when I smokes a mix I feels quite fine

On Saturday night I goes fighting

I need a rider
To Stick by my side girl
I'll take you higher
Lift you up to my world
Dressed in designer
Flashy things and nice curls
We never tired

run
You played me Biggie Smalls and then my first Nirvana song
So even then, when no one's friends were really serious
I knew you loved me by the way

on the radio, no longer plays
Life can feel slow, when locked in routine
Can you even remember the last sweet sixteen
It's never too late to show the way that you

Delilah 
You were my love
Well only kind of 
How come I only hate you when the lights up

What you wanna do with a fresh black young boy like me
I don't

Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)

I've never have been told
When young boys fight like soldiers They think they fight for some gold
Just like the heroes they had When they were small
They

And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around

Weekends [LP Version]

The Black Eyed Peas

Weekends [12"]

2000

B-boys, b-girls, ready to what
Breaking and shaking when we doing our ish
J-rock from the Beat Junkies ready to mix
'Cuz they cutting up the wax for

thoughts inked
Gifted with presence of mind to stay present
Though I’ll flirt with the future for the excitement and pleasure
When I was young God gave me

got Hot
Some shit went down in the alley they were Lots of Cops
Remember when the police chased the dirt bike down the Street
That dude was flying by

Hang on to Your Airplane (Honeymoon)

Kim Carnes

Kim Carnes

1975

over we're heading for clover
Chasin' the big time being young

(And you gotta)
Hang on to your airplane honey
Let it lift you up don't let it hang you

of us is
Getting any younger when, in
A generation or so
A radio-active, cigar-smoking child
Picnicking on Saturn
Asks you what The Beatles affair
Was all

try blow the whistle at me.
I'll still play on 
They get sent off when I stay on 
Im busy in the booth
silkcrayon 
I been paving the way young bucks

Who Am I?

Twista

Tim's Bio [Clean]

1998

I break em off when I give em tha heat
Steady re' for rollin

Bullets body decomposion
I dismember the weak on the Timbaland beat
You remember

crippin right now
We dippin right now
All that money imade ya
You're major, I made ya
Nigga, now I gotta fade ya
Payin no attention when u got a suspension