Funky Country* <i>us Bonus Track</i>

Verse 1:. . Mic check, never eva lose the respect. Of hip-hop, roamin the streets in the mecca. I don't suck and jive and I don't dilly dally. I keep the crowd hyped and packed like Don Valley.

Funky Country

Mic check, never ever lose the respect of hip-hop. Roamin' the streets in the mecca. I don't suck and jive and I don't dilly-dally. I keep the crowd hyped and packed like Don Valley.

Fun!

yee. drop that beat. we dont play. get back. Open the gate,dominate,pushing my own weight. Feelin vega omega was born in cassette tapes. In '88, hip-hop took control, back than when my girlfriend's name was nicole.

Freeze

Yo, yo what the fuck? Yo, yo. . It goes stop, don't make a move, just freeze. Instead of tellin' a lie, get down on your knees. Please, give up the mic to MC's.

Follow Me

Positivity, that's my man. And to the one Godzilla understands. The deep, Cole got the beat. And to the one that fit, is for the street. And contents of the Pressure.

Flypaper

Feeling stuck, self-loathing, shoe gazing?. Pesky flies getting you down?. Try new supersonic flypaper. It's catchy and it's pop. . Flypaper, do it again, do it again.

Fantastique

Yo, uh uh uh uh uh. This is the mission out a small time thing. Let me tell you 'bout what happened when the phone went. I was chillin' at the crib with this girl named 'Wise'.

Faith Part 2

[Drake - Verse 1]. Thought Id never see the light of day. You can thank me later for the record. I dont even need it right away. I just really need it right away.

Faith

[Drake Verse]. pay attention, its on. staring at my city lights through the plain window as I write this song. have faith, when I do it. I'ma do it bigger than they think.

Funke Wisdom

Wisdom. . Funke, funke, funke. Funke, funke, funke.... . Funke funke wisdom. . Wisdom. . [ verse 1 ]. Money - the root of all evil. Follow the dollar, and where will it lead to?.

Foreign

(CHORUS): KOLLOSUS:. Man my jeans.. foreign. Man my whip.. foreign. Man my bitch.. foreign foreign foreign. Ima foreign typa nigga on some foreign typa shit..

Fly Away

When I was a kid growing up. I thought I was invincible, indestructible. Something like a super hero. Despite the villains and the foes. It didn't matter.

Fuck U Bitch

Forever Be Dat Guy

Full Moon

<chorus>. . When I came to you there on that cold. Telephone pole horror of the night. And you came out to meet me. And then tell me things and sit down on the porch swings.

Five Stars

<9th prince>. . Yeah, yeah. Master of all self-hate. Shaolin cipher heat, niggas. For my militant soldiers. Yeah, check it out. Yo, yo. As night falls the commando's teams seize the palace.

Fair, Love & War

<killa sin>. . Yeah, word up. One time, one time. Killarmy, killarmy. Beretta 9, killa sin, dom pachino, word up. Shogun the assasson, all is fair in love and war.

Fiesta

Uh-huh uh-huh, TrackMasters. . [Kid Capri]. Uhh, uncontrollable hotness on this plate. From state to state, it's Noreaga the great. I'm the Kid Capri, y'all DJ niggaz, play this shit twice.

Fua

(jajaja). . Yeah!. Nelly!. Guess who's back?. Khriz y el Angel! Yo!. MVP!. . (Y fua!) Dale que esa gata aguanta.... (Fua!) Dale de eso que le encanta....

Flow De Barrio

Khriz y Angel!. Nelly!. Gocho!. [Quienes son, pa'?]. "Los MVP"!. Khriz y el Angel!. Yo!. . Mami, llego tu bravo a formar el rumbon. DJ, subeme el reggaeton [Eh, eh!].