what happened to your queer party friends?

ten days of perfect tunes

who could blame her if she's sleeping?

eastbound-n-down

love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket

if kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch, i'd always be broke / i'd never have no motherfuckin endo to smoke

i want to interlude in the nude

a necklace made of pharaohs' bones

nosy people get it too

Franklin flooded. Tyler took photos.

when i come to y'all hood y'all watch my back / and when you come to inglewood i'ma front you a sack