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Wonderful, she don't wanna leave
She jump up, bounce back like trampoline
(How you are, forever)

Ayo, whip the cocaine ‘til the pot bust
('Til the pot bust,

where you get shot for who you stand by
So watch who you're close to
Keep it strictly business, gotta notice who all knows you
Since o-two I had a gold

Murphy´s Pimp Pot

Yeah yeah ya

If you don´t know my name
I go by the name of Murphycat (Murphycat )
The flyest crypto cat on this planet
Ain´t no

If you've got to be told by someone then 
Its got to be me
And that's not made from cheese and he doesn't
Get you free
So now your wising up

Recorded by: 郭子翊/KnowKnow
Mixed by: 郭子翊/瑞
Mastered by: 郭子翊
Cover Artwork by: Stevv Tsui
Stevv Tsui:
Big time flex, you don know
Yeah, more Vision

Trash Day

Weird Al Yankovic

Squeeze Box: Complete Works of Weird Al Yankovic

2017

to get that stuff of the kitchen floor (oh)
Is that too much to ask you for (oh)
But I see no reason why, I can't let a few more weeks go by (uh uh)

has been called to play
Thts why im burning in the cauldron pot melting Away
Theres no diversity among saints or sinners
We were once called gods

my Byrd in the pot
The industry weak 
Coke flooded 3rd of the block
deez be coming by the 100 
we post up getting blunted
shorty hesitant of my dick I

Under the Wire

Magellan

Impending Ascension

Language and meter
Tools for a task
Structure and movement
There's logic at last

Critical rave
Misanthrope hired
Humans want quickness
So keep it

It goes up and down
Just like life
Cause that's what it has truly come to
Created by pot like fondue
Show me what your mouth do
Show me what you heart

Cause time passing by your town
You make it sorrow
We gonna spend more time for the new tools
For the new tools

Silent
Mrs.Silent
I'm about to take it

a phone I use
I call my niggas, bat 'em down, they bones I bruise
Leave 50 niggas dead, niggas know my groove
Another 20 more engine niggas know my tools

White collar, blue collar, hillbilly, high dollar
Hot head, pot head, non-believer, holy water
Big city, small town, y'all, take a look around

Poison

Rancid

Rancid [2000]

2000

Like Chancre's
Canterbury Tales
When three men find a pot of gold
And end up killing one another in the name of greed
Some people are poison

Ass on her fucking self i produce
Consume a lot of cash by my fucking self
All that bush that me and scooter flip
We need a fucking belt
They think I’m

a Reggae in it

This one is for those who like the old school
Try to hate on us, you new school fool
Let's take it back to basics
Use the old tools check

Young nigga hit juugs with that dirty stick
Watch me scrap the pot
(skurt) with that dirty stick
She a bad bitch, finesse you, now she dirty
Bitch oh

City was cold
But the block so hot
Clockwise movement
When am stirring up the pot
Had to take my risk
they all want my spot
Had to go and give it all

may think that I'm a fool, but I know the answer
Words become a tool, anyone can use them
Take the golden rule, as the best example
Eyes that have

teeth
And you better put the "O" in front of my "G"
The bullshit they talking doesn't come to my knee
I'm like a linebacker, don't run it by me
My two

Sweet Potato Pie

Al Jarreau

Original Album Series

2011

Now it was a hot sticky morning
'Round the Fourth of July
The breeze was standing still
I'm hanging out by myself
And I'm having a good time

cars under
We'll leverage is a tool start from it 
If your jewels out weigh you
Then you too far under the debt line
The get by any means necessary 
Be

White Tan

Kevin Gates

Stranger Than Fiction

2013

performin' aerial movement
Thoughts linger, distinctively as if parachuting
Whisper police and be quickly seen by a pair of shooters
Stare or prove it,

my food
And you motherfuckers wonder why I keep my tool
Think about it, the hood is a firing range
Young kids high in the brain, admiring gangs
Inside