I'm stoned and these lyrics are phenominal. ANDRE 3000, STYLES P

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  1. Rick Ross' style in this doesn't come close to Andre, skip to around 3:33 for Andre, let those lyrics buzz around in your head, that man can fucking spit
    [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQyh98GcKZU]Rick Ross - Sixteen ft. Andre 3000 - YouTube[/ame]

    [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-YDmA-FCS4]Styles P-This is how we live(ft.Jadakiss)(Prod. by Havoc) - YouTube[/ame]
  2. Summer '88, or was it '89
    Or was it winter-time, ah, nevermind
    I'm in my room, booming
    Drawin' LL Cool J album covers with Crayolas on construction paper
    I'm trying to fuck my neighbor, I'm tryna hook my waves up
    I'm tryna pull my grades up, to get them saddle lace ups
    Before lil' Marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeup
    Before my voice would break up, before we'd tour them shake clubs
    Before my mama wake up, before my crumbs would cake up
    Before they tell me they love me and we'll never break up
    Before the time she makes love to someone that I thought was my homeboy
    But boy, was I wrong, now
    I don't budge, don't want much, just a roof and a porch
    And a Porsche, and a horse and unfortunately
    But of course an assortment of torches that scorches the skin, when they enter
    Intruders, whose tutors did a lousy job
    How's he God if he lets Lucifer let loose on us?
    That noose on us won't loosen up, but loose enough to juice us up
    Make us think we do so much and do it big
    Like they don't let us win, I can't pretend
    But I do admit, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate
    Hence, why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches
    Then go grab the finest wine and drink it
    Like we know which grape and which region it came from
    As if we can name 'em, hint hint, it ain't, um, Welch's
    Hell just fell three thousand more degrees cooler
    Ya'll can't measure my worth
    But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
    Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's against the wall
    I feel right at home, y'all sitting right at home
    All Kelly green with envy while I'm jelly beans descending
    Into the palm of a child, looks up at mama and smile
    With such a devilish grin, like "where the hell have you been"
    She yelling that selling’s a sin, well so is telling young men
    That selling is a sin, if you don’t offer new ways to win
    A dolphin gon shake his fin, regardless if he gets in
    Or out of water, most important thing for him is to swim
    And Flipper didn’t hold his nose, so why shall I hold my tongue?
    (I miss the days of old when one could hold his gal on his arm)
    And I set off these alarms, when camera’s snap snap snap snap
    Return fire, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa-pa, pa, pa, pa
    They’ll learn why, mere privacy, so essential
    They won't make no laws, I break their laws til they see out our window
    I take the fall to make them all treat human kind more gentle
    Forsake them all, I hate them all, don’t like em, don’t pretend to
    Yea something tells me we ain’t in Kansas anymore
    All that shit that used to be cool ain’t cool anymore
    All the women we were pursuing, now they want more
    And they deserve it all, don’t settle for what ain’t yours
  3. Styles P's second verse This Is How We Live

    Die once you live twice die twice you live once
    Get the shit confused so I'm puffin on the big blunts
    Kick it wit the kid that be deep in the zone
    It's the ghost, I got to go to sleep just to get home
    I'm spiritually outta this world
    Meet my lyrics on the darkside come back when the dutchie get twirled
    I'm the alpha and omega of nice
    I'm the messenger sent by the force at the head of the light
    But satan's ridin my back in the dead of the night
    I be doin some crazy shit for some bread and some ice
    God I'm tryna focus with my third eye lens
    I smoke haze to see my brother when he blow that wind
    And I'm a grown man so I know my sins
    And *****z don't get the picture so do Kodak win?
    The shit'sover their head and under their nose
    Not a star cause I'm a sun when it come to a flow
    Ya Know

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