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[Hook: Notorious B.I.G.] Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana Smoke relax and take notes gun smoke gun smoke I just want the paper I just want the paper I just want the paper I just want the paper Relax and take notes while I take

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[Intro] Rubbing' on that Italian leather Dem' Konvict jeans on! Ay yo Weezy! You Ready? Yeah! [Chorus:] I get it in 'til sunrise Doing 90 in a 65 Windows rolled down screaming Ah!!! Hey-ey-ey... I'm so paid Number one hustler get money Why do you wan

toby keith - beer for my horses well a man come on the 6 o'clock news said somebodys been shot, somebodys been abused somebody blew up a building, somebody stole a car somebody got away, somebody didnt get too far yeah they didnt get too far grandpap

say something awful as if fucking the world is your right and i watch you stumble drunk out into the night to cat call ladies you're thirsty for blood, you're picking a fight and i wanted to ask you man, what do you do in the daylight so bum me a cig

Blind man sees in a different way Gets around with his pointing stick Walks in to a local saloon Guns fired, gun smoke Shaking hands with everyone he meets They all know who I am I'm the blind man Blind man, blind man He's the blind man, blind man Th

Well a man come on the 6 oclock news Said somebodys been shot, somebodys been abused Somebody blew up a building Somebody stole a car Somebody got away Somebody didnt get too far yeah They didnt get too far Grandpappy told my pappy, back in my day, s

Be Your Own Pet - The Kelly Affair ★ 活在当下 I'm in a band now, we're called The Carrie Nations! Man, you'll see, we're really goin' places! We took our act down to LA and met Z-Man at the party It could be dangerous living in this valley! Everybody her

[Akon] Rubbin' on that Italian leather Them Konvict jeans on Ay yo Weezy you ready Yea Konvict (Konvict) [Chorus] I get it in til the sun rise Doin' 90 in a 65 Windows rolled down screamin out Ay ay ay I'm I'm so paid Number one hustler gettin' money

(Chorus - Ice Cube) This right here is considered a banger Delivered With anger, your life is in danger Beware of them strangers, holdin' them flamers Them naggers with swagger, cuz they keep it gangsta (Verse 1 - Ice Cube) Just face it, I blaze shit

send* corrections to the typist [Buckshot] Boo-Ya-Kaa check, my foul and my style Never on the Isle bucked, shots as a juvenile A little freestyle fanatic I, shot the rap addict With an automatic now, I got static See back in the days I, was a stone

This what I'm talkin' 'bout, boy (Hey, bitch!) looka here (This the A, ho! This the A, ho! Yeah, this the A, ho!) It's Alabama! Fuck talkin', get took boy, looka here Rich Boy really do it, boy, looka here We can buy the bar all night, looka here I c

Out on the lonely highway I'm ridin' your way Tell your momma to bar the cabin door Headin' out on a short run Just lookin' for someone Who doesn't love me anymore Tennessee pusher x 3 Last night in the hollar I made a thousand dollars But I couldn't

I got to the Hilton full throttle, full on Choke the bottle and I take it strong Come a little closer, can you hear my thong? What's the matter boy, I say something wrong? Take my pulse and add insult Smoke a little cigarette and join my call I get r

We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground Smoke on the wat

Close the curtains Don't answer the phone Got an unlisted number Your address is unknown Yeah you can leave town But I won't leave you alone Try star 69'ing me baby Ain't nobody home I smoke in the shadows I breathe like a ghost You sleep with the li

The mess that they found here Ain't easy to clean And the smoke from his cigarette Still sets the scene The fan spins the ceiling But it won't clear the air And the sun pounds the window But it's still dark in here When you're the smoking gun Choose

We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground Smoke on the wat

So you wanna be hardcore With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps But I can't feel that hardcore appeal That you're screamin, baby I'm dreamin This ain't Christopher Williams, still some MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel so

We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground Smoke on the wat