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Where's Vivian? [Deluxe Version]

by LastO

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bongani ntuli LastO you're simply OutStanding! Favorite track: Live To Hate.
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Tony Bolling One of my favorite rappers an imma R&B junnkie Favorite track: For Tonight.
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34th or 42nd 03:47
VERSE ONE: Inebriated off the weed shit Got it on lock and the key stick I ain't never been in no cast for trippin off none of you wack hoes It's LastO -- so gag ho Body was made by Bowflex I'm the best and a boat is wet that's obvious type "duh" shit I'm the showstopper, show stop, none of them niggas wanna go next Got no flops, just four pots on four burners I'm so hot Spherical -- round of applause for my weary toes Got weary toes cuz i run shit Gon do shit, done done shit Saint Louis I claim that Some niggas where I came from would rather I didn't claim that But I'm not from they part I'm face to face with onslaught Well on guard til I'm on off tell these muh-fuckas how I do (it's poppin) HOOK: Truth be told I might not be Who they was rootin for Who they would like to see But where my work's concerned Baby that work is done Tell these muthafuckas what I do I get it poppin It's poppin (x3): 34th or 42nd It's poppin (x3): like 34th or 42nd It's poppin (x3): 34th or 42nd Tell these muthafuckas what I do VERSE TWO: Won’t even think it out Four letter words… right out my kinky mouth Oh I’m not they cup of Nestea – well they Jet Li: expendable Karate chop Like Molly’s popped, like Molly’s popped Flow on drugs like Molly’s popped And these niggas need work in a body shop Decepticons, not Autobots: Transformed Nigga hot – touch me and your hand’s warm Wherever I stand – that man lower Land or sea – that’s man lower My shit like hand to hand maneuver Toss and flip that man over Pine box: my career Six feet deep in a sandlot But my foot been up they ass so long got brown shoes; got tan sox Sub tweets, makin’ songs… When will all my Stans stop? Sir Stan-a-lot; stan for me Trying to get a penny off who? Ya’ll niggas chose the harder way Ya'll name should be Anfernee Don't need no hateration no holleration in that Dance'ree If you want; come dance with me Get embarrassed so ya fans can see Tell these muthafuckas what I do (it's poppin) HOOK: VERSE THREE: Money in the pocket! Shop for my suits Cock then i shoot Fakin alla that gangsta shit I front if I want Hop up off my thang or dick Mispronounce my name and shit Its LastO not Offence Ya'll stuck on stupid; ya'll toes stick Been up off that ho shit But ya'll suck; I swallow I'll swallow up this whole shit Ozone -- who got more holes is it your story and shit? Or is it ozone bitch? My money's on your shit T-shirt and these jeans it is not fashion week but they ask for me like Last, at last, amen, let the pastor speak that's blas-phemy But I got on this here graphic tee It say I don't give a fuck Keeps them boys from asking me Got themselves a GED in making them lil mp3s I got a degree, doctorate: a phd In here poppin shit Play, rewind, then replay me Tell these muhfuckas how I do HOOK
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INTRO: Forty days; Forty Nights Rain… for forty Forty days; Forty Nights Rain nigga… for forty VERSE ONE: Candy clouds I'm in that sweet spot Breathe, cough Serenading that Mary Jane Puff Puff Kiss me on my derrier A fairy? Yeah. They're aware Alternate? Why for? One big hole -- fit 'em all in there Barcelon / Last Offence Pool fulla cuties with nothing on Candy clouds -- sweet life You a thug, but yo jeans tight Which means gay niggas made mainstream With one ace up a sleeve Find you a wing you can wait in Get in that wing; do ya wait thing Man drowning in sweet water I'm free as a bluebird My wingspan is free of diseases and I mean this Aloof, Standoffish; I'm all of this and I won't change One man with four names All four names think one thing: shit sweet HOOK: A cloud carrying rain made it's way through the sky And shed a tear from it's wide open eye that glowed brighter than a Firefly at night A raindrop (x 2) Confections from a candy cloud A raindrop (x 2) It tastes sweet enough to sing out loud VERSE TWO: Candy clouds. Drug use. Legalize. Get one bong with one pair of these chinky eyes --Wait pardon me I get one life that's one reason why I should go as hard as I do When they saying that we should die like "give 'em all H V and I" Yeah nigga…Yeah nigga… I'm supposed to be dead nigga Young, black, gay -- AIDS chase gay niggas with my skin shade Get pissed off. Raise cain. Niggas die. Name ways Million ways: read the list off Most of that shit make ya dick cough But I'm still here Happy dance Its similar to a crip walk And we have sex and I get dressed and my clothes on backward: I'm Kris Kross And I don't give a fuck No free fucks And you don't get percents off of no fucks baby Kiss off Kiss my black ass with lips soft Shit sweet HOOK
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VERSE ONE: Fuck canned food Fuck canned food Nigga named Last and I am the label I spent a little money on designer jeans Shit I don't even need to use an iron on these Cause I'm hot bitch... music go Bump bump-a-bump Bump bump-a-bump And it's not zits Its hi-fi I'm on the internet What's your bandwith I sanitate... sanitate put 'em in a bag... Then the bag I lift Dumptruck They in the back of it Compress and smash the shit Like paper planes I got a swag like a fag like yeah I'm like that I don't sag like them other niggas Nope, that's that shit that I don't like Hey tweet me I got sweet teeth Connect the dots Eat rappers... so I eat sweets I'ma underground legend And i ain't even have to keep my chest or my stomach out I ain't even really have to dumb it down Look look it's enough dumb ones around One: that's my number now Any other quote-un-quote Number one Is my understudy and don't really know how dumb they sound Summertime - hot bitch Lumbertime Timber On them other guys With them other lines Ayo that sound like summer time HOOK: Aye I think they know the time Its brag and toot my trumpet time Like when I come around ya spot It's hot; a nigga summer I only come around in summer I come around in summer time A muh'fucka hot I come around; Its summer time I'm talking June, July & August Not no 'nother 'nother time I only come around in summer I come around its summer time I said I come around its summer Not no 'nother 'nother time A muh'fucka hot Nigga that's summer time; summer time VERSE TWO: Fuck ramen noodles Whole foods All them dumb fucks put together is the Fourth Stooge Yeah, I cussed I swore too Made some songs about whoring too Ooh, they said I'm boring too But L is typed in all caps Three years: that's time lapse But no whining... Nigga why's that? I'm built too Ford tough And I go in nigga: no doors shut I made songs with more smut And they holla stop Nigga, or what? .44 gon' load: click-clack Rat-a-tat-tat Is it serious like that? Or is the shit fake like titties that's fat On a bitch that you knew like 'where you get that?' Rather sit back Have a seat relax Relapse on my drugs flow Relapse on my drugs flow Sweep that under rug ho... You don't want them niggas hear that I will eat yo ass up with my little weird ass Pride'n'joy of my dear dear Dad No more tears Here's a thing -- smear that Where ya sitting at? In the rear and back Summer time I come around in summer time Summer nigga summer nigga That's you niggas bummer time HOOK "Summerlude" So we can total up this twenty grand That's money spent Just to be me Sniff the upper lip I talks the most fuckin shit duh duh duh duh duh duhhhh That's how that fuckin trumpet went I toots my own - brag a lot I gots this fanbase that just may boo and moan now that I've changed it up I'm LastO -- formerly Offence the one that they done told you 'bout Who screaming they the best? I got this flow that shuts they open mouth Quiet them Filthy mouth Grandma scrubs and soaps it out In this shit... type of shit I get in and I wont get out I barely met a few who didn't doubt I'm hearing all these "where were you?"s I wonder if you niggas wear these shoes would you win the race Or just get carried out? Gasp for air; playing in this game that clearly wears you out Think they got the throne Ill prepared for the day the chair gets pulled from under you That chair is out HOOK
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I'm Ur S.s. 03:51
HOOK (x2): You be like fuck them other ones (x 5) Voice: Man this nigga wavy LastO: You're mine. You're mine. Voice: Uh uh I'm yours. I'm yours. VERSE ONE: I be like whoop whoop: handcuff you I won't leave neither... I won't leave neither I'm at you -- I ain't sneeze neither That's no joke and no tease neither We can fuck Do some things that the world ain't seen And the birds ain't seen and the bees neither Like butt naked no tee shirt and no button downs and no jeans, sneaker (I'm yours. I'm yours) I'm a good ass nigga with a good ass job Not a hood ass nigga I abide by laws I 'Hi. Bye' ya'll ole peezy head niggas Not 5"5 tall, I am 5"11 I am hot, on fire, dial 9-1-1 If I see and I like then I might buy one You can see by the gear that I might got funds (I'm yours. I'm yours) But if you on that "on my own" shit I ain't pressed. Bye. I move on quick. A stick a stone breaks bones which bone get broken by no huh? Which bone? Which bone? (No, which way to your address nigga?) It's on... It's on And I could play it cool like a cucumber or like cubed ice But you drop them hints and clues like... um I'm the one that you like So I'm running this here game Lacing up these shoes tight You got me in that mood like You mine. I'm-- I'm--I'm HOOK (x2) V-I-P....with an emphasis on "V" (Very) Rental car outside uh-huh we fake low budget stunting Aye bitch I got a degree. Degree. (Know it) Emphasis: Degree Like I could tell you one thing Mane I could tell you two things Man them negroes think they run things Look at niggas knees... yuck Emphasis: Disease These negroes out here cunting Emphasis on weed Roll that up in blunt things Man I do Donald Trump things All you niggas fired Emphasis on pink...slip. ...And slide up out them clothes that you slid up in this club up in We can do our thing but um I sposed to be woke up at ten No fuck that. I can bump that then. Your goodies. I'm jumping in. If it hurt you could say "Uncle" then Aye we could do this thing Til the muffins in the muffin tin Hot oven to shove it in That's breakfast and then brunch and then lunch and then... We could do this thing Once again I'm yours. I'm yours. Emphasis on me. Emphasis on you. Emphasis on we. I put that emphasis on fun like Emphasis on weeeee Aye aye emphasize them hips and thighs is to the Nth degree Like-like "Is it mine? Is it mine?" It is and it is free You're mine... uh uh I'm yours (x2) Sony Cobain: Ya ho give me brain that's that fire head (x8)
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VERSE ONE (LastO): Tryin to get a dollar while the US on recess Little bit of weed little EX Do a little romp in the sack but you praying to ya God that they free of diseases Looking to your left to your right Scared shitless thinking this gon be it In the concrete jungle with Alicia but where the dreams at? Think we need a remix Got a degree what you need is a check Got a pair of knees and they deep in that debt Ace Boon got a good job and he brag every chance that he get Got a house on stilts in the sand and he be in the Hampton's and shit Pull you to the side-- talk that sense "Dream if you want dog, if that's what you want.." Like it's a dream that a nigga can't get But I'm here though Weirdo Been did the shit 4 years ago No in-stores no on-screens Keep warm nigga with long sleeves Cause it's a cold world Cold breeze phoo-phoo They told me Success would elude me them niggas there don't know me Look: bright lights, G4 flights Champagne corks, not Coors Light That's your life, what you want -- I'm more like fuck all that My records dog what they call that? They can call that all wack I call it more than I had ever dreamed HOOK: Cause I'm right here in my wild ones (wild ones x 3) Right here in my wildest dreams I'm living out these wild ones (wild ones x 3) Right here in my wildest dreams And they may not see my dreams quite like I see my own dreams -- but they're mine I'm right here in my wild ones (wild ones x 3) Right here in my wildest dreams... yeah! VERSE TWO (Sony Cobain): I give up; I feel like I'm falling Why do I constantly invest my all-in This shit When I know the game ain't shit I just wanna be good; I don't wanna be rich Swear to God they could never understand what I been through Yellow nigga floss for the cake in them mius mius But I'm hurting deep down inside Will I ever be mainstream and beat the odds? And my own best friend told me that I wasn't shit So I tried to break that muthafucka into pieces You can't trust everyone you break bread with ask Jesus Can I live? Can I get by? No Angry Birds… but could I get fly? I just wanna feed the fam though overseas shows stack a hundred grand yo Word is bond I been through the most Now I stack bread, no butter, no toast Used to drink water with a little bit of sugar Now it's Ciroc on the rocks; I'm gooder My name been in places I never been Leading like the wolf of the pack so let's fall in I got some blue prints and some maps so we all in Heath Ledger up in your city with the long grin HOOK (x2): Oooh I'm right here in my wild ones (wild ones x 3) Right here in my wildest dreams I'm living out these wild ones (wild ones x 3) Right here in my wildest dreams And they may not see my dreams quite like I see my own dreams -- but they're mine I'm right here in my wild ones (wild ones x 3) Right here in my wildest dreams... yeah!
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HOOK: Uh…Come and watch the boys Who watch the boys Them the niggas I rep Them the niggas I rep And you can tell my boys by they travel plans Travelin' by caravan or hop up in that jet Hop up in that jet-- Where they goin? Miami in May / Labor Day in Atlanta (x2) Come and watch the boys Who watch the boys You can tell my boys by they travel planz -- what? VERSE ONE (LastO): Aye Nigga with a purse or a dufflebag Maybelline in that compact Facequeen to thug realness now who I done fucked is my bidness And when they salt shake on my parade I puff puff on that Child's Play Blunt got a red-head… Connect the dots Nigga Child's Play Aye keep ya mind all on ya beez wax On yo bizness week On yo five days R-run all outta that patience sir Patience gone; nigga miles away I spoon feed em this teaspoon of this faggotry haphazardly Then I smile real big so the camera can see Click flash on me yup that is me Name: Lastly Spectacular I don't like her pussy… why the fuck would I act for her? Shit, Last real good for a middle finger up Like fuck you -- shit -- not even in the butt That's why they don't even like to bring a nigga up I'm wild like Left Eye going to the house then strike the little match Then gasoline it up Flaming faggot Charm the pants that you sag wit Could bag the ho that you came wit Then fuck her once like that's it We've had it My kinfolk Me, myself, my kinfolk And I stand for my niggas; we talkin back You roger that? That's 10-4 HOOK VERSE TWO (TwiZz@): My ends is sitting like Remy while you bitches tossin that Yaki back I'm still here -- two down, one up, nigga four flats Nigga know that -- more cunt than a little bit Poster child-- that's more tacks More scratch than a muthafuckin hit and they lucky numbers, bitch more stacks I'll tell you what: put ya two lips here and pucker up: Ass Crack You bold enough to talk shit and let 'em fly? We bust back Poker face; Fold That Gag bitch-- yeah Kodak That mean mug and LastO Tyrone; Mo' crack I'm throwed off; I'm shortbus I'm cray cray: Prozac! I'm in the wind… You still here, investi-hating? LoJack Big ass sissy Puffin on dicks like a bag of weed Rockin it like Leiomy and payin dust to other queens We had it; My kinfolk Me, myself and him so… You need to take heed And get with this, Nig Guaranteed to get dough HOOK
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Barcelon 03:03
Every dime i've spent was on credit, nigga my debt is up Shit is bubblin between me and Chase - that shit is Seven Up Gone for too long but i've stayed hot; guess I didn't sweat enough Niggas on them sidelines be praying that I go belly up But I'm back Wow them miracles they never cease Returned from being deceased… not buried six but um seven feet Deep Them niggas not addressing me Not likely, because I never hear my moniker Its Last Offence… Fuck you all! Fuck everyone -- that's a passion pit Time to move on from simply rapping bout a nutsack and dick The absurdity I laugh at it Any list where i'm not number one, that's simply half the list I was told to undress; had to haggle to keep the hat and shit Management wanted me to be a woman wearing Mac on lips Ya'll know that's a Manolo slingback that I just cannot fit "But don't you want this Money? you have no pot or a can to piss…" LastO Barcelon Fuck the image could do this shit with just bars alone Content with bargain clothes, bargain cars, nigga bargain homes Cowabunga -- I'll party on Yuck Ya'll almost let Republicans just snatch this shit up Offer up your only butt to get fucked in Sick of faggots whining Boy had Mitt got in… Ya'll would really hear me huffing, poutin, puffin then Between my head and Fox news Shit all they fucking do...both of them.... just fuckin spin Tackle the issues but only do it briefly; they'll delete me Every CD they own of mine and mp3 Boiler room -- the pressure's on All them status quos I've ignored All these industry toes that i keep on stepping on Saint Louis own Ice cold nigga: a scoop, a cone Shelter from this flood of that BS that they be raining on you: a super dome Nevermind bout the bragging -- go'on let me toot my horn Which rapper friends do you mean? My crew is gone... Am I better off or worse for it? I pleads the fifth I never comment on it Just carry this pail of this dust that I pay it and pile it on it This here is real rap, it sounds nothing like there's no Miley on it; no Britney Spears or no Katy Perry singing, whining on it Almost might've retired; just recently decided against it Posing for pictures beside niggas I hate and smiling on it Can't tell me 2009's really my final shining moment Might as well stick a knife in my side, twist it, Hold it Can't be crying like babies wearing no diapers Potty train; control shit Take a moment LO breathe and don't flip. Cause it's gon be alright Barcelon Fuck the hinderance Barcelon You could do this shit with simply bars alone
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For Tonight 04:08
VERSE ONE: Snatched me off the market Cutie pie to serve and plate up Aye which arrangement should we do? Should we just pay up? Or should I do that pre-nup? We could share this apartment As long as they got a locksmith to come and make that key up You know my government…other shit In your rolodex is the address where my mother live Aye I see ya'll - ya'll still be fuckin Players play on We be fuckin to reach for a sock to wipe these stains on But this one stay on my roster Maybe even in the near future you can tack my last name on My name is last if its bout singing a dang song Done sang some damn songs that my moms would be ashamed of And this consensus that love is for a nigga who acts like a bitch is to keep niggas doing shit that kills us Cause you know where ya dick is Can you tell by looking exactly where that HIV is? 3-play -- not one, you look like three dimes 4-play -- fucking up this interior design Clothes every which way I can't even see mine But what we really need to see that shit for? Yeah we may argue back and forth But then our thighs just clap more Clap I swear I'm not for matrimony Thas a wrap No tuxes on me But somethin happens when you touch up on me I guess it's kinda like a dream right? HOOK: A dream come alive A wish come true Since the dream's just for tonight I'd like to lie the night with you That's my dream come true I'd like to lie the night with you (x5) That's my dream come true VERSE TWO: Ayo… ya body hot Sack of marijuana in this funny pipe Date me whether if you got the time or not Simon says Climb on top Oh if they give us a side eye I got this finger sliding up This shit is skinimax -- Same way we picked up them clothes Slid in that Slide on out Eating the sweetest part of you Throw the rind right out My mind is out -- I'm out of it I'm timing out The weed was the kind that you find out about from these types with no ambition 'cept to find ways to get high and lie around Shit I've mellowed out Barely a curse word up out my yelling mouth What happened to back it on up? Nuh uh I'm selling out I'm trying to cuff you... yeah cuff you Them meddling niggas screaming let the felon out Happens to the best of us It brings the worst out the best of us An inner green eyed monster comes Its spilling out Wait Before you I was truly lonely Its sappy I know it The type of shit you never tell 'em bout A private thought I might've thought I might just think This a dream where I catch it all and I don't blink A side of me Rarely seen Don't share these things This the closest I think I'll get to wearing rings You know Wedding rings Kinda like a dream right HOOK
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Live To Hate 03:50
VERSE ONE This how it go: Might not be your favorite Saint Louis born, bred You hear the way them drums kick Aye when they ask you who the best don't be up on that dumb shit Black shirt Black cap Diss me then I laugh back Don't they want to stay the night And bring over a nap-sack Pay not no nevermind to them boys They forever ride nuts Either in the jar or with the shell its fine Like fuck it they'll Ride it Think them niggas nice Take that, multiply it by six You get it No need to go no further Its brags in the raps the name is Last now why you mad for? Ya'll some stunt queens rocking clothes with the tags on Chalk outlines and I ain't tryina get my math on Chalk outlines, coroners, some sad songs That's they career-- they keep talking bout Last wrong... Fa' real I'm on that nice shit Is the instinct ice pick or keep a tight lip? Aye I don't why they sweating me and my few clicks I thought these boys was heavy weights Like on some Bruce Bruce thick Ha But none of them can hang with me But if they wanna stick they neck out I'll slide it in that noose quick Bye bye Tell them boys 'Goodnight boys' Bitch I'm out here trying to get this life Fuck it HOOK: A nigga doing good Did it on his own A nigga doing great They live to hate I live…I live I'm living out here (x8) These niggas gon say to me? A nigga doing good Did it on his own A nigga doing great They live to hate I live…I live I'm living out here (x3) VERSE TWO: Ayo Miami, Dallas and Cali done put a tan on me Blazin That's code for hot I'm hearing L.O.'s a flop That's what they sayin on that grapevine My name always in they mouth I'm sure it tastes fine One man island with nothing but water, sand around it We aint friends nothin is Phoebe or Chandler 'bout it Fuck off Look I gots this kind of pretty neck Where all them niggas wanna wrap they hands around it No sweat I'm giving them my ass to kiss No sex 'Cause I done said 'Fuck you' too many times to count Got no fingers or no toes left I hear 'em dissing out there Its nowhere near to the shit that I kick But look I understand that's your best Trigger finger you stretch You playing Russian Roulette Bladow Keep fuckin with L.O. dawg You're gonna take your own fucking life Fa'real HOOK (x2)
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VERSE ONE: Ayo I ain't on that red carpet shit Nope Gives a fuck bout what I wear I'm not yo average fag with that louis V symbol on that bagg-ar-age Got sweet tooth for cupcakes dancing in this club place I don't drink Nigga I smoke pot Any shirt. Any jeans Why we wearing anything? I mean For real magic where it happen In them bed sheets Feel them sheets-- them is satin Ugh yeah... I could talk politics A degree type ole nigga Just a nerd Something about that county brown burb type of swag Dumb it down for who? That shit absurd Get on my level Test scores that LO got Talkin all that nonsense You ain't got no shot Like click click Click click You aint got no shot Like Click click You ain't got no shot HOOK: You want a ride home? I could give a ride home to ya You want a ride home? Come and get this ride home Snatch and pick it up (x3) Five Finger Discount Snatch and pick it up (x3) Uh oh VERSE TWO: Wiling on a shoe string budget Nigga fuck it Me and my main squeeze Main squeeze got a glass of that Cabernet Sav And he chug it Puff puff pass; not in public Run ya little fingers through my Indian hair I'm a dime piece it ain't any in there Cream of that crop; crop of that corn Them some corny ass niggas maricon maricon Mutha fucka Toot toot -- notes from my trumpet Toot my own trumpet When is we gonna tongue kiss Back to my crib Hop skip and just one flip Miss mother nature say just one dick and one clit Miss mother nature Bitch you can stuff it You ain't never been in need of ya nuts licked Talkin real rude Bout to get my nuts kicked In here tryina snatch somebody up Five finger discount HOOK: VERSE THREE: Yeah I'm in a fitted cap: lovely I'll tell you what I really think Yeah Ya mug: it is sitting up, relaxing but i dont want ya wedding ring you on my facebook tumblr and my twitter and my everything boo that is cool you can groove with the music nope you want them pelvic thrusts all in the nude boo do you even got a clean bill of health or do you got bubonic plague below the waist like when you take a look down there do you notice something new done grew on it Ugh fuck around and kill the mood don't it I cant barely two step like I used to I used to double fist the Stella Artois That is two brews Two cubes of sugar That is true tea Slide up in that bitch Go'on snatch ya'self a cutie
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I'm the finest grapes from the grapevine Savignon of that Cabernet Now if you want good wine then it has to age I got a list of wants but that only fills up half the page Got a list of cunts Disk full…. one gig away Fistfull of this gwapoli I spend a dividend every different day Explicitly tell'em Im po as shit -- never did insinuate They may respect tha talent i have But i do things in a different way For those who came to just look at my pics Them muh-fuckas just drift away They said i blew it Confuses me... cuz i don't remember giving brain What i'm here fo? To go in -- pierced earlobe But there's a cold wind Sincere folk get roped in... Clothes come off I been hit hard but I dust off Never did shed tears tho If i must starve then I must starve Came here four years ago to do real shit The realest thing about me sir is I'm a weirdo Listen close you can hear it tho Some of these niggas come here for that real shit So where? Where is she? Where is she? That real shit? Vivian Where? Where is she? Where is she? Not this bitch Vivian Where? Where is she? Where is she? That real shit Vivian Where is she? Not this bitch that real shit Vivian Did I lose myself in this bullshit? Vivian Did I change from who I was because of this bullshit? Where is she? Where is she? Not this bitch Vivian Where is she? That real shit That real shit Vivian
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HOOK (x2): You get: 67 in it You get 67 years in it Why would you waste it on another nigga (x2) 67 years in this bitch VERSE ONE: I am still a teaspoon of that sun shine No need for you to relay rumors I hear 'em just fine Please That shit is getting flea flicked and fly swat They don't buy my food Or buy my white shoes or my white socks Could care… But care less No hair up off my bare chest No skin offa my dick My jeans still got the right stitch Phone: it be a touch screen No sir, that shit does not flip So what I think bout them boys? I don't think Not shit 67 years huh? That's the average life span for a black man And I'm quite male and I'm quite tan Fuck you thought? Papa see, but Pop don't do that dumb shit I'm righteous I keep my bills paid dawg Flick flick: my light switch Talk on Don't talk long My patience running short For these dip shits Yawn yawn That's why I look bored for 67 years huh? That's what I'm in store for So why the fuck? Why would I waste it on you piddly little niggas HOOK (x2) VERSE TWO: Belligerent An itchy trigger finger snatched a life Well whose choice? Behind bars? Below dirt. The lucky nigga has all his appendages Look -- one life had ended in an incident I'm sure he miss them swimming pools and pretty bitches he was swimming with Cheers Chug that champagne A lowered casket: grave "Wade in the Water" choir sang as the band plays 67 years that's the lifespan You'll be lucky 21 Long live that white man Educated black man Swear and raise your right hand Do solemnly swear to Raise your youngest heir to Learn about that Nasdaq like we can trade them shares too Airfare is irrelevant if the sky aint the limit Like what good do airfare do? Go'on get that wealth and not that money Then they scared of you Niggas talk shit? Fuck care? Don't waste a minute VERSE THREE: I'm so grown in my black man bag of bones Sexin this cutie This lube that I slathered on Toasting up this good life -- you only get sixty-seven Niggas can choke on a dag-on tongue I hops up on no bandwagon That same shit that ya'll like… I be like "I'm alright" Dog, you only get one life; they out to waste my one life Talkin all that dumb stuff I hop on records, tongue fuck this subject that I must touch Dog I feel I must touch Just ever so briefly on that passage from that book that they be steady tryina read me Lets not waste no breath uh Keep on breathing Inhale to exhale dog You only get sixty-seven Don't waste a good twenty-three I'm sure that you'll get to heaven Ain't no skull as thick as me Wristwatch do ticking things Doorknobs do twisting things Walk out, do limping things Whatever you need sir I know what my minutes mean So fuck you
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Pour A 40 03:45
HOOK: That's my word x3 (They dead nigga!) That's my word x3 (They dead nigga!) Pour a 40 for the dead x3 (They dead nigga!) Pour a 40 for the dead x3 (Cause you killing niggas out here!) VERSE ONE: Beach towels I got crusty toes I'm on vaycay like beverly hills on my Cali boy shit I'm a fly ass nigga and my carry on thick them niggas can suck on a hairy ole dick then choke wheez nigga no air in your shit your Folex watch; it ain't never gone tick pro-gress nigga you a cold mess nigga pretty nigga please with a cherry on it Lasto been one no variances flow came then been been very gone since you bitch lil miss yeah you a bitch and I can tell by the way your House of Dereons fit middle finger up since my first day of work oh he ain't that cute when his face in the dirt off with they head cuz they played wit me first off with they head off with they head so they better start wearing they name on they shirt Style change up like Michael face you collide with the boy Geico might pay man them niggas straight shit I could wipe them away high five for the nigga with nine to five job like nine to five all day riling niggas up if you need a hot nigga then dial a nigga up iPhone on my waist make it holla at my gut Looking for the boy then I'm prolly in ya butt Nigga what!? I'm in these niggas ass; killing niggas out here HOOK VERSE TWO: Sharp in a suit and a tie with a briefcase The boy the business Bossman Big shit Need space Snatch wigs: keepsakes Them boys peter'd out: Pete's sakes John, Paul, Pete …shouldn't compete That ain't three niggas That's three plates And I clean plates Twist the cap off of the 40 oz bottle for the recently dead Mama gon weep… oh mama don't cry I got shit sewed like a needle with thread Niggas on hush like shut the fuck up Money on tuck and the wallet won't budge Dead green face in the God that we trust Being broke in them skreets will fuck a nigga up! Won't it though? in a high heel shoe with an open toe Lipstick, Star Trek: I boldy go where no homo go before I pit pit pit click clack unload Reach for the clip then load some more Then pit pit pit -- more open holes Is they eyelids open? No they closed! Shovel up Some open holes Then toss them in Heeve and ho Wait no! I think see one breathing NO! Da fuck? Them niggas dead I'm killing niggas out here -- what?
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INTRO: Reluctant as a sex symbol... But fuck it, I'm ya sex symbol VERSE: Fa'real I'm in this room It is populated with dimes tho The fuck do I know? I don't know nary none of them -- why tho? Dog I can't call it make it my job its my nine to five now to get to know you find some time set it aside to dine on dinner and movies you might decline thinking I'm the type or kind that plays with minds i never play mindgames specially when i find a mind that is fine Wicked. A wicked lil boy Call me whenever If ever I'd be inclined to dial nine, open a line I wouldn't mind Talkin bout this and bout that Issues most niggas would never I won't shake salt on them boys But listen here this isn't pepper This is as real as it ever gets I offend them on records In person Know me to love me Love me you love me forever Dawg! L.O. Possessed by the devil You into what I'm into Lets do a Connect 4 Minus about two chips No breezies just these two oop You, me, and these two lips Just you me; no youtube clips Reluctant as a sex symbol But fuck it I'm ya sex symbol Sweat out salt water from your left temple Rapper/slip it out that package wrapper Its rubber Bunch of racket when a nigga fuck ya That's awful Same mouth I let my mama talk to Forgive me Flaunt it Fuck it that's in me Offending Then I call you; dial your number out We can give brains huh We can suck that dummy out You gone make me beg Now I know what being bummy 'bout Birds and the honey bees I turn pug-ugly When I do my coming thing Pass out and catch a hundred z's Oooh LastO Se habla en espanol Too caliente for you and yours to handle Attitude is on fuck it Like fuck the things your man say (You ain't got a man do you?) Well if you got a man then where's your man? I be just inquiring It ain't really that pressing Ain't like I'm gonna cry or nothing Plus its never shade 'cause listen I don't like them type of tans Hey if he wack, well then he wack Then dust him off and try again But fuck if that's your taste, well then you like that Throw them spices in 'Cause I can fish that ocean where all of them other Pisces swim I don't give a damn about what's tea or if the ice is in I don't give a fuck about your Judys if they chiming in Ten digits to reach me you can write them or can dial them in 'Cause you have got a colon I would like to stick my hyphen in Or I could take your number You'll get mine when I type "Hi" then send I don't drink no cold ones; just this piff and then this pipe its in I could whistle up this taxi back to my apartment in Brooklyn where I got this ceiling and this upholstery or we could take it slowly Social networks: you can add me @ me on Twitter But I ain't really known for being chatty
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Not so much a finale in a trilogy as it is the opening of an entirely other chapter in LastO's chronicle-- "Where's Vivian?" flaunts a more boastful if not more jaded emcee returning to the mic after a long hiatus. The full length LP sees LastO for the first time confronting love and racial politics; however party anthems and good ol' shit talking medleys are not in short supply.

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released July 31, 2013

Executive Producer: LastO & Antwon "TwiZz@" Wallace
Art Direction: Shakiem Reed

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Since 2008 LastO (Last Offence) has been building a repertoire of music that stretches the limits of what his genre will allow. The Saint Louis born emcee debuted with the groundbreaking "Run A Lap" (EP) most famous for cult-status hits "So Magical" and "Hello Boyz". By March of 2009, the emcee was already offering a darker, grittier and overall more refined follow-up "Not For Non Profit". ... more

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