need elevator I dont know why maybe cuz I'm high No it's just cuz i got tha paper And I really fall in love with that Cuz I'm lucky and I'm blessed and
Yeah Gon' have to do it It's live y'know? It's feelin real right right now It's that live shit Madlib on the keys y'all, let's go Yeah, let's, uhh, yeah
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E-E-D-O-M Sarah das bist du! F-R-E-E-D-O-M Wir sind nicht nur ein Paar! F-R-E-E-D-O-M Yeah wir sind mehr als das! F-R-E-E-D-O-M F-R-E-E-D-O-M Glaub mir
grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you Now you noticeable and can't nobody get control of you 1 a.m. and can't nobody get a hold of you I'm calling
.D. They gotta understand, they beat on a blackman There's gonna be drama, know what I'm sayin'? And if we flip, let's all flip together 'Cause I'm prepared
Come on, come on Do this, ugh, come on, come on Time to get wreck and kick the So on and so on The I C E T, O.G.M.C. L.A.P.D., H A T E (Ho) Watch the
all are players (Players, players) To some of the rappers that gave me respect When others were dissin' me, I'm talkin' bout the man Jah li'l, the one extasy And the man Grandmaster D I'm
Midnight chillin' at A.M-P.M Coolin', drinkin' apple juice in Evil's BM The sound's up loud to attract attention Armored tires on a lowered suspension
8) (verse two) So shut up motherfuckers as I laid the ink When I'm in Detroit,niggers fight in mink When I'm in Chicago,motherfuckers get buck wild When I'm
She's on some island drinkin D'Acqueray's and Mai Thai's But she gave me the keys to the beach house She knows what I'm about, at least now she figured
and hustle but I traded for the big game Infamy got dumped for fame Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme But my lyrics are deeper Because I'm
Get to the top of the stairs and say a rhyme that's dope Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger
m blessed Never wear no vests because I got mad love Master V does some other shit TV's in the head rests I catch respect when other niggas catch slugs
sayer, born to be player If politics were my kick then I'd be your mayor Governator, Senator, I'm your mentor Rap rhythm is erratic, time is four, four I'm
Osment, Mitchel Musso and BT on the track Word. Mitchel Musso: If I were a rich man With a million or two I'd Live in a penthouse In a room with
little more compact Well, shawty, I'm that man These other cats ain't metaphorically where I'm at man I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium and said Settle ya fuckin ass down I'm
two mics 'Cuz the way that I'm feelin' tonight, everything I can just do right There's nothing that I can do wrong I'm too strong and I'm just too hyped
