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 7. Lil Wayne
 8. The Cast Of Cheers
 9. Johnny Cash
 10. Miyavi
 
 1. 21 by Adele
 2. Amor Amarillo by Gustavo Cerati
 3. Take Care by Drake
 4. No Pads, No Helmets...Just Balls by Simple Plan
 5. The Fox by Elton John
 6. Making Mirrors by Gotye
 7. The Vow OST by The National
 8. It's by Teen Top
 9. The Band Perry by The Band Perry
 10. Progress by Ultraspank
 
 1. Lisa by Gustavo Cerati
 2. I'm Just A Kid by Simple Plan
 3. Please Don't Leave Me by Pink
 4. Who Knew by Pink
 5. Somebody That I Used To Know by Gotye
 6. Story Of A Free Man - Chapter Three: Serenity by Verse
 7. Mona Lisa by All American Rejects
 8. You Say It Best When You Say Nothing At All by Alison Krauss
 9. Lisa by Burt Bacharach
 10. Carla-Etude by Elton John
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(ha ha ha)cut the music up please(ha ha ha)
Yea
I play the bullshit from the backseat,champ
Yea im in the backseat,still got the seat back
Feet back, stay from where the fake be at
Niggaz snitch for the shine, where the patience at?
Nigga make his own brother face his back
Give love then take it back
(good grief)man this world is quite heavy on my aching back
Cops killin for crack, you know the story snakes eat rats
Face the facts, you can't change em
Cant shoot it if you can't aim it
Cant miss him, if he kill you then you can't blame him
That's just how the dice roll when you can't fade em
Get too deep up in that water and they can't save ya
Me,i come out of that water like i was just bathing,and watch my step on the wet pavement
Yea
Im from the hood so i rep them where i can't take them
"hollygrove,hollygrove" was his last statement
So nigga get that look off ya face
And recognize you got a crook in the place
They call me w,e,e crooked letter,y
Im so high, i skeet skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine
Street sweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch,
Leave you bloody with the cops to match
Bullets holes in ya speakers from the chopper blast like....
(ha) that's bullet holes in yo sneakers got you hopin back
It all stop when they hit you in yo top and back
No cockin back
Silly muthafucka you aint heard bout this
The clips hang down to the dick
That's a automatic shotty from a drum they call tommy guruanteed to get you bitches from by me
When i hit every piece of ya physical body
He leakin, mortamor is no longer leapin he sleepin
While you pussy niggas is sleepin im thinkin,
Deep in thought the boy aint even winkin.
Bob marley got me stinkin,stackin figures
Im standin firm, lifes a slinky
Pipes is filled with crack cocaine
And the dope go inside of the veins
From where i came
Though i bare a name only one can live with
"coach, they wont knock me off my pivot. Forget it!"
Im sicker wit it
Pick a city
Buy a condo
Find a fine ho
Let some time go (chill)
What you know about a bongo have the mind goal over a combo about doe, nothin
Man the four wheelers look so good on the sand
Yea, tank top pocket fan
No pocket knife, no handgun in sight
Just the rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat, boo!
Tonight i might, just boost my feature price
'cause to each his own, and the lights is bright
And im feelin like mike at a tyson fight
Im from cita house, big moma's house
She told me to shoot ya right after i knock you out
And he aint gettin up after them shots if you hit in the right spots
Hold up the beat might drop


 
 




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