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A rapper performing at a concert, constantly checking the mic before starting a verse, emphasizing the importance of a good sound system for their performance. [/INST]

Lyrics: Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!), come again, check it, yeah
Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!), come again, check it, yo


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A cautionary rap lyrics about self-awareness and self-control, inspired by the classic "chickity-check" phrase, reminding people to think before they act to avoid making a bad situation worse. [/INST]

Lyrics: Chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
You better chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self, boy
I said check yo' self before you wrickity-wreck yo' self (Check, check)


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Rapper excitedly preparing to perform, emphasizing the proper functioning of their microphone. [/INST]

Lyrics: Mic-microphone check
Mic-microphone check (Check it, one, two!)
Mic-microphone check (One, two!)
Mic-microphone check (Check it, one, two, one, two!)
Mic-microphone check (One, two!)
Mic-microphone check (Check it, one, two!, one, two!)
Mic-microphone check (One, two)
Mic-microphone— (Check yo' self Cube, check yo' self Cube, check yo' self... )


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A rapper is expressing pride and representing their Westside neighborhood, emphasizing the unique experiences and culture that define their community. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, yeah
Fool, you know how we do it (Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh)
Westside
Comin' from the Westside
Nothin' but the Westside (Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh)


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Write a song about hanging out with friends, discussing plans and actions, and sharing your favorite tunes with each other. [/INST]

Lyrics: Chillin' with the homies, smellin' the bud
Double-parked and I'm talkin' to Dub
About who got a plan, who got a plot
Who got got (Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh)
And who got shot
'Cause everybody knows that he got the info
Crazy Toones hangin' out the window
Fool, I got them bomb-ass tapes
Da Lench Mob (Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh)
"Planet of the Apes"
I'm down with Eiht and Watts Up
Kam and Solo, they got nuts
When Ice Cube write a sentence
I want The Bomb (Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh)
Just like George Clinton
S-K-P is down to catch a body
Put on "Knee Deep", we'll turn out your party
You gets no love and I thought you knew it
Fool, (Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh) you know how we do it
(Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh) You know how we do it
(Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh)


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A lyricist is creating a song about a risky adventure in South Central, featuring a fast-driving car with a dangerous passenger. [/INST]

Lyrics: Jack be nimble, and Jack be quick
If you wanna jack me on a lick
'Cause I'm that fool from South Central
You'll think you stuck yourself (Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh)
With a number two pencil
That's how I poke hot lead in yo' ass
With "Mo' Bounce to the Ounce" in the dash
Mash up, Van Ness, headed for the West
Everything is great (Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh)
Slow down for the dip
On 100 and 8th and keep mashin'
Don't drink and drive, to keep the fo' from crashin'
Stashin' a Glock and I thought you knew it
(Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh) You know how we do it


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The song is about the pride and culture of growing up in a specific neighborhood on the Westside. It emphasizes the unique experiences and qualities that make this place special. [/INST]

Lyrics: Comin' from the Westside, Westside
(Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh) Nothin' but the Westside
It's hittin' on the Westside
Fool, (Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh) you know how we do it
(Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh)
(Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh)
(Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh)
(Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh)


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In this song, the artist is expressing their admiration for individuals who confidently embrace their unique perspectives and attitudes, despite societal judgments or expectations. [/INST]

Lyrics: Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Hello


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A person reflecting on their past actions and achievements in the world of gangsta music, expressing their frustration at the lack of appreciation and gratitude they have received despite their efforts. [/INST]

Lyrics: I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?


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A person feeling unappreciated and resentful for being the one who started the "gangsta" lifestyle and actions among their peers, but now they're not receiving the respect or recognition they feel they deserve. [/INST]

Lyrics: I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?


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A group of friends, who are proud of their confident and bold personalities, are celebrating their unique traits and individuality. [/INST]

Lyrics: Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes (Hello)
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes


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Discussing the decline of popular dance television shows and expressing frustration with the focus on dancing over meaningful content. [/INST]

Lyrics: Soul Train done lost they soul
Just call it train cause the bitches look like hoes
I see a lotta others damn
It almost look like the Bandstand
You ask me: "did I like Arsenio?"
About as much as the Bicentennial
I don't give a fuck about dissing these fools
'Cause they all scared of the Ice Cube
And what I say, what I portray and all that
And ain't even seen the gat
I don't wanna see no dancing
I'm sick of that shit -- listen to the hit
'Cause yo if I look and see another brother
On the video trying to out-dance each other
I'ma tell T-Bone to pass the bottle
And don't give me that shit about role model
It ain't wise to chastise and preach
Just open the eyes of each
'Cause laws are made to be broken up
What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up
And build mold and fold theyself into shape
Of the nigga you love to hate


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Write a song lyrics about self-awareness and caution, incorporating the phrases "chickity-check yo' self," "before you wreck yo' self," and "who's there?" as a warning to listeners about the consequences of not being mindful of their actions. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah
So come on and chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
Check (Yeah)
Who's there?
(Yeah) Check


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A rapper addresses the challenges and consequences of confronting other artists in the music scene, using vivid imagery and bold language to emphasize the dangers and risks involved in such interactions. [/INST]

Lyrics: Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played
'Cause they bitchmade, pulling out a switchblade
That's kinda trifle 'cause that's a knife, ho
AK-47, assault rifle
Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow
I got a new style (Watch out now)
I hate motherfuckers claiming that they folding bank
But steady talking shit in the holding tank
First, you wanna step to me?
Now your ass screaming for the deputy
They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row
Now they runnin' up in you slow
You're gone, used to be the Don Juan
Now your name is just Twan
Switchin', snappin', rollin' your eyes and neck
You better run a check
So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
Come on and check yo' self before you wrickity-wreck yo' self
Chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
Big dicks in yo' ass is bad for ya health


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Imagine a scene where a group of friends is gathered, and one of them starts rapping about their peers, giving them a warning or a heads up, emphasizing the importance of staying on their toes and being aware of their actions. The song is a friendly reminder that they need to watch out for themselves and keep an eye on their friends' well-being and behavior. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yo, it's the niggas again
Watch out, you need to check yo' self, you know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause niggas is definitely fallin' off
Word is bond, word is bond


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If you're foul, you better check yourself before you wreck yourself. [/INST]

Lyrics: If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate
You coulda had a V8
Instead of a tre-eight slug to your cranium (Pow!)
I got six and I'm aimin' em
Will I buss or keep you guessing?
'Cause fuck you and that shit you're stressing
Bitch, get off the wood, you're no good
There goes the neighborhood hooker
Go ahead and keep your drawers
Giving up the claps and who needs applause
At a time like this, pop the coochie and you dead
The bitch is a Miami Hurricane head
Sprung, niggas call her 'Lips & Lungs'
Nappy dugout, get the fuck out
'Cause women like you gets no respect
Bitch, you better run a check
So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
Come on and check yo' self before you wrickity-wreck yo' self
'Cause bitches like you is bad for my health, uh


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Create lyrics for a song that emphasizes the importance of self-awareness and self-improvement, using a catchy, playful tone. Incorporate the concept of "wrickity-wreck" as a creative way to convey the negative consequences of not being mindful of one's actions. Mention "the Lench Mob" as a group that can potentially cause harm or chaos. [/INST]

Lyrics: So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
Come on and check yo' self before you wrickity-wreck yo' self (Ahhh!)
So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
Come on and check yo' self before you wrickity-wreck yo' self
'Cause the Lench Mob is bad for you's health


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Write lyrics that evoke the feeling of navigating through challenging circumstances using a mix of old school references and a hint of jungle imagery. [/INST]

Lyrics: Nine Trey, remix!
Old school tip, yeah
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder
How I keep from going under


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A song about motivation, empowerment, and pushing oneself to achieve their goals, featuring a collaboration of 48 different artists coming together with their unique perspectives. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yay-yay
Get your ass up and hurr' up, uh
Ice Cube, baby
Ninety-nine, baby
I'm on the grind, baby
All the time, baby
Show me something


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Motivational song about pushing through challenges and overcoming obstacles with determination and effort. [/INST]

Lyrics: You can do it, put your back into it (Uh)
I can do it, put your ass into it (Uh-huh)
You can do it, put your back into it (Yeah)
I can do it, put your ass into it
Put your back into it, put your ass into it (Brr)


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Encourage and support someone to put effort into a task, using humor and a playful tone. [/INST]

Lyrics: You can do it, put your back into it (C'mon)
I can do it, put your ass into it (C'mon)
You can do it, put your back into it (C'mon)
I can do it, put your ass into it
Put your back into it, put your ass into it


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A song about celebrating life with close family and friends, standing up for each other, and not letting anything hold you back, including societal expectations or material wealth. The song also speaks about supporting each other and remaining true to your roots, even in the face of adversity. [/INST]

Lyrics: Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones (What?)
The thug ones, relatives and my cousins
And I got 'em by the dozen
When they buzzin', quick to say fuck your husband
This is for my niggas locked away
Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date
But when we hit checkmate with Ice Cube the great (The great)
Soon as I get a word, we can rush the safe
Fuck them license plates because life is great
It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight
I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit
No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit, bitch
Don't stop, get it, get it (That's real)
Don't stop, nigga, hit it (I will)
I'm gon' do it (Do it), gon' do it (Do it)
Gon' do it, do it, do it (Uh-huh)


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Create a motivational song that encourages listeners to give their all in their daily tasks, using humor and playful language. [/INST]

Lyrics: You can do it, put your back into it (C'mon)
I can do it, put your ass into it (C'mon)
You can do it, put your back into it (C'mon)
I can do it, put your ass into it
Put your back into it, put your ass into it


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A song encouraging and motivating people to give their best effort in overcoming challenges and achieving their goals, using a playful tone and suggestive language. [/INST]

Lyrics: You can do it, put your back into it (Uh-huh)
I can do it, put your ass into it (C'mon)
You can do it, put your back into it (C'mon)
I can do it, put your ass into it
You can do it, put your back into it
I can do it, put your ass into it (C'mon)
You can do it, put your back into it (C'mon)
I can do it, put your ass into it


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Create a song about pursuing a goal relentlessly and not letting fear or self-doubt stop you. [/INST]

Lyrics: Don't stop, get it, get it (Never, never, that's real)
Don't stop, nigga, hit it (Uh, I will)
I'm gon' do it (Do it), gon' do it (Do it)
Gon' do it, do it, do it


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Encourage someone to push themselves and give their all during a challenging task by using playful language and repetition. [/INST]

Lyrics: You can do it, put your back into it (C'mon, yay-yay)
I can do it, put your ass into it (C'mon, yay-yay)
You can do it, put your back into it (C'mon)
I can do it, put your ass into it, put your ass into it


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In a song about going to clubs and enjoying the nightlife, describe the energetic atmosphere and the people's wild dancing, using suggestive lyrics to emphasize the party's carefree and fun spirit. [/INST]

Lyrics: We be clubbin' (Freaky gyrations, close to fornication)
We be clubbin'
We be clubbin' (Freaky gyrations, close to fornication)
Yeah (Freaky gyrations, close to fornication), uh-huh
Ice Cube, Westside Connect gang
You know how we do it
We put it down constantly
Constantly
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Get your ass up and hurr' up


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Create a song about the shared experiences of growing up in different neighborhoods, emphasizing that despite the differences, the struggles and challenges faced by the youth in these areas are the same. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, every hood's the same
Every hood's the same, come on


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A song addressing the consequences of providing guns and drugs in a community, leading to an increase in violence and conflict with the people in power. [/INST]

Lyrics: They give us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
They wanna count the slugs
Then come around here and fuck with us
They give us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
They wanna count the slugs
Then come around here and fuck with us


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The struggles and realities faced by individuals in the projects, their relationships with the system, and the way the media and society perceive them. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm from the land of the gang bang
Since I was little, ain't a goddamn thang changed
It’s the same old same
Bush run shit like Saddam Hussein
I cock and aim, clinically insane
To deal with this bullshit day-to-day
If I sell some yay or smoke some hay
You bitches wanna throw me up in Pelican's Bay
Call me an animal up in the system
But who's the animal that built this prison?
Who's the animal that invented lower-livin'?
The projects, thank God for Russell Simmons
Thank God for Sugarhill
I'm putting a different kind of steel up to my grill
Y'all know what it is, scared for your own kids
How these ghetto niggas taken over showbiz
See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $77You might also like
They give us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
They wanna count the slugs
Then come around here and fuck with us
They give us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
They wanna count the slugs
Then come around here and fuck with us


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Boys in the Hood", "Drugs in the Hood", "Tribalism and Survival", "Family and Legal Issues", "State Property", "1553 Reference", "One-Way Ticket", "Puzzle of Thug Life [/INST]

Lyrics: It's boys in the hood, it's toys in the hood
Y'all wanna know why there's noise in the hood
‘Cause there's drugs in the hood, thugs in the hood
Nigga killed a Crip and a Blood in the hood
‘Cause when niggas get tribal
It's all about survival, nobody liable
I got caught by Five-O
Grandmama came to court with her Bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now I'm too far from my family to travel
I just came unraveled
Socked the D.A. before I got gaffled
Owned by C.A, State Property
Just like the year fifteen fifty three
Looking for me, a one-way ticket out
Don't understand, what's so hard to figure out?
They give us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
They wanna count the slugs
Then come around here and fuck with us
They give us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
They wanna count the slugs
Then come around here and fuck with us


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Reflect on the pressures and consequences of being in the criminal underworld, particularly in relation to drugs, violence, and law enforcement. [/INST]

Lyrics: Damn, I can't take the pressure
Pulled the 4-4 up out the dresser
Grabbed the weight up out the closet
Po-po coming, but I'm scared to toss it
Y'all know what happened last time I lost it
Can't tell you niggas what the fuckin' boss did
D game got a nigga exhausted
Gotta go for the plea bargain they offered
Twenty years for what?
Breaking these laws that's so corrupt
Taking these halls and fillin' them up
Some powder keg shit that's about to erupt
Aye, y'all, I'm about to be stuck
Until the year two thousand, what the fuck?
In the hood, don't press your luck
‘Cause these motherfuckers will set you up, word up
They give us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
They wanna count the slugs
Then come around here and fuck with us
They give us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
They wanna count the slugs
Then come around here and fuck with us


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Input:
Describe the similarities between different neighborhoods and emphasize that they are all essentially the same. [/INST]

Lyrics: Every hood's the same, every hood's the same
Every hood's the same, every hood's the same
Every hood's the same, stop trippin on it
Every hood's the same, every hood's the same
Every hood's the same, every hood's the same
Every hood's the same


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Write a song about different types of cops and their interactions with each other and suspects, with a focus on the various attitudes and approaches they take, as well as the consequences of their actions. [/INST]

Lyrics: Lazy cop fuckin' with that crazy cop
Always bragging 'bout the new case he got
Do-or-die cop with that suicide cop
Tell-the-truth cop, with that you-a-lie cop
Are you fuckin' high, cop? Don't even try cop
Ain't no mothafuckin' drugs up in my spot
All you find in my closet is the high tops
And my mothafuckin' tickets to the skybox
Hold up, nigga, I'm a rider
You's a roll-up, yep the controller
Make me mad that's when I get swole up (Don't touch me)
The Incredible Hulk is bipolar
Come out the cuffs, knock off the rust
Throw my hands (What's up?) up you still wanna bust
The Trojan horse is full of excessive force
When they try to get aggressive niggas off the porch (C'mon)


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Two police officers from different backgrounds supporting each other and demonstrating respect despite their differences, questioning the dignity and empathy of law enforcement, and expressing the tensions and challenges faced by minority communities and their interactions with the police. [/INST]

Lyrics: Black police showin' out for the white cop
White police showin' out for the black cop
Black police showin' out for the white cop
White police showin' out for the black cop
Good cop, good cop, where is your dignity?
Where's your empathy? Where is your sympathy?
Bad cop, where's your humanity?
Good cop, is that just a fantasy?
Tell on that nigga, snitch on that bitch
Truth be told, mothafuck the blue code
Fuck the po-po actin' like Deebo
Already know Craig'll let the brick go
Black Lives Matter is not chit chatter
'Cause all they wanna do, is scatter brain matter
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
A nine is terrible in your face
The mace has a terrible fuckin' taste
The pen is a terrible fuckin' place (Let me out)
The kings all hate the fuckin' ace
The judge sabotaged my fuckin' case
Racist motherfucker


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A rapper rapping about their dominance in the music scene, mentioning the power of their lyrics, and hinting at a future victory. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah
When I drop the mic it hit the floor like Thor (That's right)
You can't pick it up no more (Don't even try)
Y'all know what it is, y'all know what it was (Yeah)
Y'all know what it shall be


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A song that addresses the consequences of being a snitch and the dangers involved in certain jobs, featuring Snoop Dogg and Ice Cube, emphasizing the importance of going to church and the enjoyment of dancing to the beat of their OG friend's music. [/INST]

Lyrics: Nigga, you need to stop snitchin'
All that yip-yappin' and jaw-jackin'
Nigga, if you scared, go to church
You knew the job was dangerous when you took it
What up, it's the big boss Dogg, Snoop D-O-double-G, eastside L-B-C
And I'm bobbin' to the beat of my OG homeboy Ice Cube
And I'm c-walkin' on the motherfuckin' concrete


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Imagine a song where rappers Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg are talking about their personas, their success, and their no-nonsense approach to life, encouraging their fans to show their support if they're also down for the cause. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yo, if you're fucked up, put your cups up
Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga, what's up?
See, he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo, it's either thank ya or it's fuck ya


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Imagine a scenario where someone is confronting their fears and expressing their fear towards another person, repeating it to emphasize the intensity of the fear. [/INST]

Lyrics: You scared, you scared
You scared, motherfucker, you scared
You scared (You scared), you scared (You scared)
You scared, motherfucker, you scared (You scared)
You scared, you scared
You scared, motherfucker, you scared
You scared (You scared), you scared (You scared)
You scared, motherfucker, you scared (You scared)


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In a world filled with different types of people, how can one navigate the challenges they face and the expectations placed upon them? [/INST]

Lyrics: If you a scared motherfucker, go to church (Go to church)
If you a gutter motherfucker, do your dirt (A do your dirt)
If you a down motherfucker, put in work (A put in work)
If you a crazy motherfucker, go berzerk (A go berzerk)
If you a scared motherfucker, go to church (Go to church)
If you a gutter motherfucker, do your dirt (A do your dirt)
If you a down motherfucker, put in work (A put in work)
If you a crazy motherfucker, go berzerk (A go berzerk)
It goes one for the money (Hey), two for the show (Yeah)
Three for the pussy, four for the glow (Hey)
Five for the rookies, six for the pros (Nah)
Seven for the numbers of them fuckin' zeroes (What?)
Eight for the haters, nine for the cause
Ten for my niggas behind big bars (Hey)
Fuck these devils and they laws (Yeah)
Never question the size of Ice Cube's balls


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The idea of death and the afterlife is a common theme in music, but with a twist. The protagonist, who might have a notorious past, is confident that they will go to Heaven despite their actions. However, they also acknowledge that not everyone believes in their redemption and may think they deserve a different fate. The song could explore themes of change, regret, and the desire to leave a better legacy behind. [/INST]

Lyrics: Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Y'all thought I was soft as cotton
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Messed around and forgot I was rotten
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
You know my resume
You tell 'em I'm on my way
But nobody (You tell 'em, I'm on my way)
Ah nobody wants to die


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Describe the challenges and mindset of growing up in a tough neighborhood and how it can affect the way people view themselves and their environment. [/INST]

Lyrics: The hood mentality is a crippling disease that attacks your nervous system
It makes you nervous of the system
Gangsters and hood rats are especially susceptible to this grown-stunting mentality
The hood is where I'm from, but it's not what I am
The hood is where I'm from, but it's not what I am


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A song about a person's frustration with the behavior of a Korean store owner, leading to a tense situation and a warning of possible consequences. [/INST]

Lyrics: Every time I wanna go get a fuckin' brew
I gotta go down to the store with the two
Oriental one penny countin' motherfuckers
That make a nigga mad enough to cause a little ruckus
Thinkin' every brother in the world's out to take
So they watch every damn move that I make
They hope I don't pull out a gat and try to rob
They funky little store, but, bitch, I got a job
Look, you little Chinese motherfucker
I ain't tryin' to steal none of this shit
Leave me alone! (Mother fuck you, yo, yo, check it out)
So don't follow me up and down your market
Or your little chop suey ass'll be a target
Of a nationwide boycott
Juice with the people, that's what the boy got
So pay respect to the Black fist
Or we'll burn your store right down to a crisp
And then we'll see ya
'Cause you can't turn the ghetto into Black Korea


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Create a song that highlights prominent figures from different domains who are known to enjoy smoking weed, and includes references to various popular musicians and celebrities. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ice Cube motherfucker
West coast motherfucker
George Bush, George Clinton, Bill Clinton
Chris Farley, Chris Rock, Bob Marley
Rick James, knew how to throw a party
"Smoke some weed"
Snoop Dogg, all the way to Cheech and Chong
Cypress Hill, Robert Downey hit the bong
Ricky Williams, fuck how Miami feeling
"Smoke some weed"


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A song about a West Coast rapper expressing their thoughts and lifestyle, emphasizing the importance of staying true to oneself and the influence of California's laid-back culture. [/INST]

Lyrics: This is West coast nigga thinking
California quicksand got a nigga sinking
I can give a fuck what you niggas drinking
Smoke some weed
This is West coast nigga thinking
California quicksand got a nigga sinking
I can give a fuck what you bitches drinking
Smoke some weed


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Write a song about a notorious criminal who is confident in his skills and warns others about the dangers of interacting with strangers. The lyrics should contain references to popular culture, as well as depicting the character's aggressive attitude and criminal behavior. [/INST]

Lyrics: If you a baller, nigga I'm a hall of famer
Lion tamer, with two fo'-fifth flamers
Understand, that yo' life's in danger
Didn't your momma, tell you not to talk to strangers
Lil' nigga, I'm the Hillside Strangler
Have a banger, calling for the Lone Ranger
Most rappers, they wanna fuck sangers
I'm a nigga, that wanna own Topanga
G4, pull it up out the hanger
A lil' something, to fuel you niggas anger
The swine, I'm your face rearranger
In a mansion cause Jesus born in a manger
Motherfucker, belong on Jerry Spranger
I'm a gangsta, up in your CD changer
I'll gank ya, for 20 bucks then I'll thank ya
Police, still get the middle fanger
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Write a lyrics passage that showcases an intense confrontation between a young rapper and his mother, as well as various references to pop culture, drugs, and well-known artists. The lyrics should also touch upon themes of arrogance, racial tensions, and the concept of family and loyalty. [/INST]

Lyrics: Lil' niggas, don't try this at home
Momma in the bathroom leave her ass alone
Cause she probably taking chronic straight to the dome
Go play you lil' fucker, stop being grown
Dave Chappelle, 50 million and a throne
With a big Zulu bitch, nigga getting blown
Watch your tone, if your wear Coppertone
Go back to Africa used to be a theme song
I'm in the zone, do anybody got a Zong?
I ain't your poppa, but daddy is a rolling stone
Youse a clone, who don't know the shit you on
Unless it's on, a motherfucking ringtone
I'm in a room with two bottles of Patron
You need a loan, to fuck with the Family Stone
Nigga go on, tell 'em Ice Cube is home
Gorilla niggas, here come King Kong


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A group of friends enjoying a wild Friday night, hanging out, partying, and causing chaos in their neighborhood. [/INST]

Lyrics: You know it ain't no stoppin' all the dogs I'm droppin'
It's Friday night so everything is poppin'
I gots ten to spend on the Hen
So let the games begin
Yakety yak don't talk back or it's on
Callin' up Earl on the car phone
Mack 10 just got out of court
Rollin' through the hood in his super sport bumping Too $hort
Eighteens got the rear view mirrors vibratin'
And deep-dish Daytons
You know how we do it
Ain't nothing to it but the floss
Overcrowding Harrison-Ross
'Cause if you fuck with ours
We leave scars
Out of G-ride cars
Livin' like stars
Might hit the highway
On the Vegas run fool 'cause it's Friday


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A song about young people in a neighborhood living life on the edge, dealing with the harsh realities of their environment and hanging out with friends. [/INST]

Lyrics: Oh yeah
Throw your neighborhood in the air
If you don't care
Oh yeah
Throw your neighborhood in the air
If you don't care
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Standing outside on a Friday living on the edge
'Cause we all got them hard heads
It's seems like we all are waitin'
For a drive-by playing tag with Satan
But we chillin', yeah, we ready and willin'
Ya hear about the latest westside killing?
Forty sippin', set trippin', fo' dippin'
Pistol grippin', neva slippin'
BGs trying to hang out
But OGs sayin' "Take your little ass in the house"
My big homie just got out
Used to be down, now he's just cracked out
He's bout hard as Darth Vader
In his sweatshirt, khakis and Chuck Taylor's
Just seen him in the driveway
Getting beat like a smoker fool, 'cause it's Friday


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Write a song about someone who's different, unconventional, and a bit wild, and their experiences chasing cats, being attracted to a particular type of woman, and dealing with the consequences of their lifestyle. [/INST]

Lyrics: Oh yeah
Throw your neighborhood in the air
If you don't care
Oh yeah
Throw your neighborhood in the air
If you don't care
Fool
Why must I be like that and chase the cat?
Or settle for a hoodrat
Dookie braids no dreadlocks
Flyin' in and out of town with half a chicken in her cock
And I love her, 'cause she down
To fuck around with the underground pussy hound
And her ass is big round and wide
Jacked up, make a nigga down to ride
Smoking indo, playing that Super Nintendo
Hear a rat-a-Tat-Tat on my window
Gave her ass that pelvic thrust
Don't trust the rubber 'cause its bound to bust
In the oven, in the nappy
I had on two so I was happy
'Cause that HIV'll make your dick hang sideways
And that ain't cool, fool, 'cause it's Friday


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Imagine a song where the lyrics encourage listeners to celebrate their neighborhood and community by playfully throwing it in the air, as a metaphor for embracing and enjoying the diverse aspects of their local area, regardless of which direction it's in. [/INST]

Lyrics: Oh yeah
Throw your neighborhood in the air
If you don't care
Oh yeah
Throw your neighborhood in the air
If you don't care
Throw the West side in the air
Throw the East side in the air
Throw the South side in the air
Throw the North side in the air
Oh yeah!


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A song that represents the lifestyle of a group involved in illegal activities, specifically drug dealing, and highlights the importance of sticking together and maintaining their way of life. [/INST]

Lyrics: God damn
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
And when dealin' with Da Lench Mob you gots to know steady mobbin' is not just the name of this jam
But a way of life
Bound together by motherfuckers that's known to break em' off something
Give it to me
There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neighborhood


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A song about street life and the challenges of maintaining friendships and loyalty while staying true to oneself in a world filled with temptations and dangers. [/INST]

Lyrics: Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
'Cause I'm gettin' major
Fuck PacTel, move to Sky Pager
Told all my friends
Don't drink 8-Ball 'cause St. Ides is givin ends
Fools get drunk and wanna compete
Slapboxin' in the street
Niggas get mad, tempers are flarin'
'Cause they got a few bitches starin'
Just for the nappy heads
But scandalous bitches make for happy feds
I make it my duty to cuss 'em
Out 'cause I just don't trust 'em
And if you tell on me I'm bombin' on Betty
Bitch shoulda known I was steady mobbin'


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A rapper narrates a story about facing haters and overcoming adversity, reflecting on his life experiences and using a "ghetto vet" persona. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Hey)
Hey Chop
(Hey)
These haters tried to blow me up, man
(Who is this)
The Don Mega, nigga, who you think
(Ey, homie, what happened)
My whole life flashed before my eyes, man


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Create lyrics about a gang member living in a crime-infested city, bragging about their dangerous lifestyle and their affiliation with a powerful crew while confronting their fears and warning others to stay away. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ice Cube with Da Lench Mob, I got it goin' on
A nigga that's livin' in the city of the criminal zone
One-time can't keep the law in order
'Cause everybody's goin' crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm talkin' I'm scarin' ya
I'm darin' ya to raise hell and bail and brag and sag
Or beat down for ya flag
'Cause if you is or you ain't a gangbanger
Keep one in the chamber
'Cause you'll get them thangs put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin' did my head grow?
Will the boys in the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my nine anyway
For the day one of my homies wanna squab
I'm still rollin' wit Da Lench Mob


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Input:
A poet rediscovers an old collection of their work while cleaning their home. [/INST]

Lyrics: Say, look at this
I've been cleaning out my nest, and I found an old book of my poetry


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In a song, a person expresses their frustration with the constant presence of a helicopter in their neighborhood and the negative impact it has on their life. [/INST]

Lyrics: Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood like everybody from the hood? Is up to no good
You think all the girls around here are trickin'
Up there lookin' like Superchicken
At night I see your light through my bedroom window
But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencil
I can't wait till I hear you say
"I'm going down, mayday, mayday." I'm gonna clown
Cause everytime that the pigs have got me
Y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi
Military force, but we don't want ya
Standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher
"So fly like an eagle."
But don't follow us wherever we go
The shit that I'm saying, make sure it's heard
Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird


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Input:
A song about the fear and anxiety caused by the noise of a helicopter, also known as a "ghetto bird," in a low-income urban neighborhood. [/INST]

Lyrics: "Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird"
"Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird"


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Imagine a song that describes a group of friends taking a summer vacation together, with each person contributing to the journey in their own unique way, and the song ends with the final boarding call for their flight to St. Louis. [/INST]

Lyrics: This is the final boarding call for flight 1259 departing from Los Angeles
On destination to St. Louis, thank you


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Create a song about a group of friends who decide to move to a new city to avoid police scrutiny in their hometown. In their new city, they continue their illegal activities and discuss the challenges they face in maintaining their lifestyle and staying under the radar. [/INST]

Lyrics: Damn, G, the spot's gettin' hot
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at niggas through a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they mama sell dope
They trying to stop it
So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
That's cool, 'cause nobody knew us
We stepped off the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
'Cause where we stayin', niggas look shady
But they can't fade South Central
'Cause bustin' a cap is fundamental
Peepin' out every block close
Seein' which one will clock the most
Yeah, this is the one, no doubt
Bust a U, Bone, and let's clear these niggas out
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Ayy, ayy, man, wassup, nigga?
Yo, well, this Lench Mob, nigga


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Create a song that pays tribute to various iconic figures, including MacGyver, James Bond, and Ice Cube, while emphasizing their wickedness in a unique way. [/INST]

Lyrics: Now dis one dedicated to di man dem call MacGyver (Buck)
And all double-oh-seven James Bond spy man is from di area (Gunshot, gunshot)
Maximum respect to di man dem call Ice Cube (Buck, buck)
Him nah bust no deuce-deuce, no trey-eight, but four-four, wicked  (Right)
Uh, wicked man, uh, get wicked
Uh, wicked man, uh, get wicked


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A song about a confident and mischievous individual who is constantly challenging others with their unique and unpredictable behavior. [/INST]

Lyrics: Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked
Buck (Wicked, wicked man)
Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked
Buck-buck (Wicked), buck (Wicked man), buck-buck


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Write a song about a group of friends planning an elaborate prison escape for their friend Tyson, highlighting their unique abilities and personalities. Incorporate references to popular culture and well-known figures. [/INST]

Lyrics: Don't say nothin', just listen
Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison
Come my way and get served
Still got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin
Never seen with a happy grin
Show the fat frown 'cause I'm down
Take a look around
All you see is big black boots steppin'
Use my steel toe as a weapon
Kick ya and flip ya, now they want to
Label this nigga tape with the sticker
Diggin' out girls that's nicety
Plus I got a body count like Ice-T
From here to New York
I get skins and ain't talkin bout pork
Swine, pig, dig
Listen to the flow of a so-called negro
Who didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett
Dig it, 'cause I get wicked
Ice Cube and Torcha Chamba sound
Yes, dem wicked, him pick up di mic and buss up di ground
Yes, dem wicked, all of dem gyal with di sound
My name is Don Jagwarr and Ice Cube we run di town (Wicked)


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Describe someone's unique and confident style. [/INST]

Lyrics: Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked
Buck (Wicked, wicked man), buck-buck
Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked
Buck (Wicked, wicked man)


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Create a song about a person who feels empowered and strong after experiencing an event that brought power to the people. They are ready to stand up against authority and fight for their beliefs, using references to influential figures, music groups, and cultural symbols. [/INST]

Lyrics: People wanna know how come
I got a gat and I'm lookin' out the window like Malcolm
Ready to bring that noise
Kinda trigger happy like the Geto Boys
April 29th brought power to the people
And we might just see a sequel, 'cause
Police got equal hate
A chazzer's a pig that don't fly straight
Through with Daryl Gates but is Willie Williams
Down with the pilgrims?
Just a super slave
We'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave
I'm wicked enough to pull this
'Cause now it's on to the fullest
Gorilla straight from the mist
But I don't miss when it comes to (Uh) this
Bring the yellow tape
The white cape, 'cause I'm so straight
Through with the picket signs
Take this job and stick it, bigot, 'cause I get wicked
Wicked man (Haha, oh)
Hear the— hear the—
Hear the— Wicked man
Hear the drummer get wicked


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A rapper recounts how they and their crew have gained control and influence in the city, while dismissing their rivals as "wicked" and mocking them for their use of weapons. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus pick up di mic
Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus put down di gun
Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town
Dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town


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A group of notorious individuals, known as the "Wicked Crew," gather in various locations, such as Brooklyn and Los Angeles, to celebrate their fame and influence within the international music scene. They pride themselves on their unique style, and are led by an individual named Ice Cube. They reflect on their past, pay respect to their fallen members, and emphasize their dominance in the music industry, all while maintaining a dangerous image that sets them apart from the rest. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yes, dem wicked, gwaan
Back wha, seen, den di one dem call Ice Cube
International superstar don gorgon style (Buck)
Way back in Brooklyn, inside of Los Angeles, South Central style
Torcha Chambas (Buck), dem run the country (Maximum respect)
And my name is Don Jagwarr, we are the top celebrity seen
Because we wicked, we wicked, we pick up di mics
Yes, we wicked, we wicked, we put down di guns
Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, but we run di town
Wicked man


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A rapper confidently claims that they do not have any haters, but instead surrounds themselves with supportive friends and loyal followers. They also emphasize their success by mentioning wealth, status symbols, and being in a luxurious location like Las Vegas. [/INST]

Lyrics: Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters
All I got is motherfuckin' players
We get money in motherfuckin' layers
Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters
Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters
All I got is maids and waiters
All I got is suits and gators
Y'all niggas lost and I'm Las Vegas


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A song that addresses the widespread corruption and materialism in society, with a focus on the feeling of being stuck and overwhelmed by the influence of money in every aspect of life. [/INST]

Lyrics: Everythang's corrupt, everythang's fucked up
Everythang's 'bout a buck, we shit out of luck
Everythang's corrupt, everythang's fucked up
Everythang's 'bout a buck, we shit out of luck


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Describe a world where everything is going wrong and nothing makes sense anymore. [/INST]

Lyrics: Go to school, the teacher wanna fuck the students
Go to church, my preacher turned to prostitution
The prosecution never read my files
That evil ass judge fell asleep at my trial
This shit is wild, chickens get as sick as the cows
Birds fallin out the sky, fish dyin' in piles
Its fishy, politicians smell like my bowels
Talkin' that shit, really crampin' my styles
I got many, now I'm pinchin' pennies no doubt
I squeezed Lincoln so hard, a fuckin' booger came out
Its a shame, I used to be on top of my game
They took the shirt off my back and replaced it with chains
I met Mr. Lee Harvey, from the tea party
He used to hate Obama til' he felt hurricane Charley
Looking for his FEMA check, it's gone with the wind
When em' dicks is in, you know the fix is in


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Imagine a world where everything is corrupt, everything is fucked up, and everyone is just trying to make a buck. In this world, a person's only option for their birthday wish is to ask for a politician, as it represents the state of things. The song conveys the message of a chaotic and confusing environment where people are struggling, with drugs and violence prevalent. [/INST]

Lyrics: For my birthday, buy me a politician
It's a shame that you got to teach yo' children
Everythang's corrupt, everythang's fucked up
Everythang's 'bout a buck, we shit out of luck
For my birthday, buy me a politician
It's a shame that you got to teach yo' children
Everythang's corrupt, everythang's fucked up
Everythang's 'bout a buck, we shit out of luck
It's ball of confusion, my niggas they losin'
I know what ya doin', they drug abusin'
My bitches be choosin', my Uzi be oozin'
The thugs be cruisin', they know what you're doin'
It's ball of confusion, my niggas they losin'
I know what ya doin', they drug abusin'
My bitches be choosin', my Uzi be oozin'
The thugs be cruisin', they know what you're doin'


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A song exploring the feelings and experiences of someone who is constantly being followed and hunted, and how they cope with the paranoia and fear that comes with it. [/INST]

Lyrics: "Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots"
"Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots"


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A person expressing excitement and anticipation for an action they plan to take, while wearing their big black boots, but they are also wondering when it will happen. [/INST]

Lyrics: "Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots"
Yeah, yeah
"But when will they shoot?"
"Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots"
Yeah, yeah
"But when will they shoot?"


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A song about a unique and powerful individual, who is unapologetically authentic, and differentiates themselves from the fake and digital personas of others. [/INST]

Lyrics: That's that gangsta shit
Check the original, y'all niggas digital
The pyroclastic flow, this insane


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Think about the concept of originality and authenticity, and the idea that some people may not be genuinely unique. [/INST]

Lyrics: There's a lot of yous (A lot), there's only one of me
They are not confused by the wannabe
There's a lot of yous (A lot), there's only one of me
They are not confused by the wannabe
Original, original, I'm the prototype
Original, original, he the copy, right
Original, original, I'm the prototype
Original, original, he the copy, right


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A father is unhappy about his daughter's potential relationship with someone named Ice Cube, and he's concerned about his daughter's upbringing in a Catholic school. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ice Cube?
Man, I ain't letting my damn daughter go out with no damn Ice Cubes
Man, what the hell you talkin' about, man?
I brought my daughter up, man, in a Catholic school, private school
Man, what you want with her?
I'm sick of this bullshit
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Yo, man, let me tell you something


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A man confronts an individual he believes to be a potential threat to his daughter, using a playful tone while emphasizing the importance of respecting boundaries and avoiding lies. [/INST]

Lyrics: I got a big old ding-a-ling
And if that bitch can hang
I'm gonna do my thing with your daughter
Givin' up the nappy dug out
I got a big old ding-a-ling
And if that bitch can hang
I'm gonna do my thing with your daughter
Givin' up the nappy dug out
Look, motherfucker, you better get from in front of my house with that old goddamn bullshit
You curly-haired motherfucker
You better get out of here witcho' lyin' ass
Man, youse a little lyin' motherfucker


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Write a song about someone embracing a change in their life, using the metaphor of giving up the "nappy" (a somewhat playful term for hair that is curly or unruly) to represent the change they're going through. [/INST]

Lyrics: Givin' up the nappy, givin' up the nappy dug out
Givin' up the nappy, givin' up the nappy dug out (Mercy)
Givin' up the nappy dug out
Givin' up the nappy dug out (Mercy)
Givin' up the nappy, givin' up the nappy dug out
Givin' up the nappy, givin' up the nappy dug out (Mercy)
Givin' up the nappy dug out
Givin-givin' up the nappy dug out
(Mercy)


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Write a song about the importance of using condoms, especially when with a partner like Cheryl, who is known to have an adventurous love life, and emphasize the use of jimmy hat condoms as a catchy and unforgettable brand. [/INST]

Lyrics: Warning, when having sexual intercourse with a female like Cheryl
You must use jimmy hat condoms
We're called jimmy hats, have you ever seen us?
Most guys wear us 'round rolled up on your penis
If you're real smart, you will always use us
Put me in your wallet, or some dummy screws us
And going bareback without the bare facts
And have creepy crawlies crawling on your nutsack
So get the J-I-M-M-Y to the hats
It's me and two brothers in a pack
Run out and get your jimmy hats
Small and extra large
Run out and get your jimmy hats
Or this might happen to you


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The fearsome and intimidating nature of a person no one should dare to cross. [/INST]

Lyrics: ("Last person in the world you wanna fuck with")
("Last person in the world you wanna fuck with")
("Last person in the world you wanna fuck with")


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Imagining a world where various mythical creatures have gained recognition and fame, such as Sasquatch, Godzilla, and King Kong. [/INST]

Lyrics: They call me Sasquatch, please check the watch
This is Bigfoot, don't get it shook
Out in Japan they call me Godzilla
Up in Africa, King Kong gorilla


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Imagine a song where the narrator describes themselves as various notorious figures and their actions, including Michael Jackson, Attila the Hun, a Vietnam vet, Captain Crunch, a serial killer, a pirate, Rodney King, a riot starter, a diet, solitary confinement, a nightmare, a runaway pimp, a thirsty man, and a funeral without sympathy. [/INST]

Lyrics: Michael Joe Jackson used to call me Thriller
All my enemies swear I'm Attila
Vietnam vet, burn down your villa
Captain Crunch scream, serial killer
Out in O-Town I'm a fucking pirate
Think I'm Rodney King? We can start a riot
To a fat bitch, I'm a fucking diet
You in solitary, I'm piece and quiet
This a nightmare on Elm Street
You're just a runaway, where the pimps be
You'se a thirsty man, I'm so empty
At your funeral, no sympathy


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They call me Sasquatch, please check the watch [/INST]

Lyrics: They call me Sasquatch, please check the watch
Please check the time, I'm like turpentine
And it's burping time, you exhausted I know
Cause I'm overtime and I'm over the line
Come over to mine, I already left
You wanting a rhyme, bitch? I'm So So Def
You ready to shine, I'm already blind, you already lyin'
A nigga ain't buyin' what you selling, always open; 7/11
When I blow niggas know here come tsunami
You got a bucket list, my list
You that drowning kid at the pool party
I'm the carnivore over your body
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A street performer in a busy marketplace tries to negotiate payment for his performance. [/INST]

Lyrics: Don't make me, don't make me put this foot up your ass
(Don't do it)
Don't make me, don't make me put this foot up your ass
(Don't)
Don't make me, don't make me put this foot up your ass
What you do? Bring it down and bring me my cash


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A playful, satirical exchange between two friends, where each line is a metaphorical comparison or insult, with references to popular culture and life's challenges. [/INST]

Lyrics: You'se a fucking prick, but I'm Moby Dick
I'm Darth Vader, you Obi Wan Kenobi, bitch
He's Jim Kelly, y'all, I'm Terry Bradshaw
He is baby ass, I'm like diaper rash
I'm like stinking trash, I'm like party crash
Like getting caught with hash
I'm like your stolen cash
I like you feeling bad, they call me Schleprock
I like the whole country looking at the debt clock
Pyroclastic flow, this is Pompeii
Whoever in the way, turn you into clay
Call me out my name and that's a hurricane
I'll send the wind and the water and the pouring rain
I am boring, mane, I am snoring, mane
I'm the pain that's wearing off the Novacane
I'm the weight you gained, I make your titties hang
I'm the crowded train that just hit the mane


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Talking to someone who betrayed their friends, warning them that their 'ghetto pass' will be revoked and that they're a punk-ass trick caught up in the mix. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ayy
Yeah, you, motherfucker
You know who I'm talking to
Yeah, you that motherfucker that betrayed your homeboys and you ain't shit
Yeah, you about to get your motherfucking ghetto pass revoked, motherfucker
Punk-ass mark, bitch-made
Punk-ass trick in a basket
Caught up in the mix


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The song addresses a person who tries to fit into a white society but struggles to do so, causing them to be rejected and ridiculed. The person is called an "Oreo," a term used to describe someone who is black on the outside but white on the inside, and is advised to be true to themselves and their roots. [/INST]

Lyrics: A message to the Oreo cookie
Find a mirror and take a look, G
Do you like what you see?
But you're quick to point the finger at me
You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy
Black man can't be no yuppie
You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes
You don't associate with the Negroes
You wanna be just like Jack
But Jack is calling you a nigga behind your back
So back off, genius
I don't need you to correct my broken English
You know that's right
You ain't white
So stop holding your ass tight
'Cause you can't pass
So why you keep trying to pass?
With your black ass
Mister Big
But in reality, you're shorter than a midge
You only got yourself to blame
Get a grip, Oreo, and be true to the game
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Ha-ha
And Ice Cube practices what he preaches
He continues to live in South Central Los Angeles and he puts his money into projects that improve the neighborhood
Be true to the game


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Write a song about a powerful leader and their influence on those who oppose them. [/INST]

Lyrics: Lench Mob incorporated
Fuck with the godfather
See what ya get
Punishment
Consequences and repercussions
Understand me
Y'all know what I do


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Reinforcement and growth through guidance by the young generation. [/INST]

Lyrics: Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em


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A confrontation between a person and a rooster leads to a battle of wits, with the person claiming to be a powerful computer with a strong support system. The lyrics highlight the person's confidence and connections, with a focus on their loyalty and friendships throughout the years. The song touches on the idea of confronting adversaries and addressing their insecurities, while also presenting the person as a unique figure in their community. [/INST]

Lyrics: Try to play chicken with a fucking rooster
Don't you worry, I'm not the shooter
I am a fucking computer, with a whole army of boosters
Nigga got out one piece, five piece, dime piece
Cause my crimies move like zombies
Wha? Being heads since the '90s
Don't act like you don't know where to find me
Now, if you wanna get slimy
Look at all the grimey
Niggas all behind me
You don't wanna go to war so you start to singin why can't we be friends?
We can be friends, pussy ass niggas buy extenze
Pray to the God, repent your sins
Ice Cube ain't like the rest of them
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em


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A song about a person who tries to be overly aggressive (H.A.M. = Hard As Myself) towards Porky Pig, ultimately leading to a negative outcome. [/INST]

Lyrics: Try to go H.A.M. on porky pig
Fucked up boy, that's what you did
Try to go H.A.M. on porky pig
Fucked up boy, that's what you did
Try to go H.A.M. on porky pig
Fucked up boy, that's what you did
Try to go H.A.M. on porky pig
Fucked up boy, that's what you did


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In a world where rap artists often rhyme about their experiences in the ghetto, a conversation between two rappers leads to a discussion about the impact of their music on the youth. [/INST]

Lyrics: "Once upon a time, in the black part of the city"
Yo G, yo G you better get out of here man, 5-0
*Door swings shut, car peels out*
Yo Ice Cube, man
Whassup man?
Why you...
Whassup?
Yo Ice Cube man, why you always kickin the shit about the bitches and the niggas?
Why don't you kick some shit about the kids, man? The fuckin kids?!
Word


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A satirical reflection on the innocence of childhood bedtime stories, questioning their idealism and suggesting that they might not be as sweet and harmless as they seem. [/INST]

Lyrics: Some bedtime story, huh?
It's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't wanna live here
Ay, good ol' Mother Goose, remember her? I fucked her


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Write a song that celebrates the West Coast hip-hop culture and features various contributors representing the region's unique style and sound. [/INST]

Lyrics: {*laughing*}
You know what West Coast niggas is gon' tell me?
This is too West Coast


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A song about asserting one's individuality, overcoming opposition, and representing their home region, using a catchy phrase as a chorus. [/INST]

Lyrics: Doin my own, thang, and if you got a problem with that
Then the nina go bang, bang
And I'll be everywhere on the map, but
I rep that West, I rep that West
I rep that West, I rep that West
I rep that West, I rep that West
I rep that West, I rep that West
Doin my own, thang, and if you got a problem with that
Then the nina go bang, bang
And I'll be everywhere on the map, but
I rep that West, I rep that West
I rep that West, I rep that West
I rep that West, I rep that West
I rep that West, I rep that West


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Imagine a song where an artist is expressing their West Coast influence and credibility, backed by the approval of O.G.'s in the community. The lyrics should reflect a bold and confident attitude, showcasing their status as a 'certified G' in the music world. [/INST]

Lyrics: Y'all know what it is
Is this too West Coast for you motherfuckers?
So what!
Sanctioned by the O.G.'s of America
The grand wizard is a, certified G
That mean genius bitch


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A satirical song addressing the racial stereotypes and expectations placed on black individuals in society, particularly in the entertainment industry, while also addressing the concept of "selling out" and embracing those stereotypes for personal gain. [/INST]

Lyrics: A message to the Oreo cookie: No matter how much you wanna switch, here's what they think about you!
“You gold teeth, gold chain wearing, fried chicken and biscuit eating monkey, ape, baboon, big thigh, fast running, high jumping, spear chucking, three-hundred-and-sixty-degree basketball dunking, titsun, spade, mulignan... Go the fuck back to Africa--Go the fuck back to Africa--Go the fuck back to Africa!”
Think about it, fuckin' sellout!


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A person is frustrated with the music being played on their radio, particularly a song by Ice Cube, and they want to find and listen to some different R&B music instead. [/INST]

Lyrics: Here we go on station 103.787 and we're listening to…
We won't be listening to, uh...
Ice Cube, AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted
Because that’s bullshit, get that shit outta here
Straight R&B, straight R&B, straight R&B—
Where the motherfucking plug at? I'm about to disconnect his ass!
Turn off that motherfucking radio!


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A disgruntled musician expresses their frustration with the lack of airplay for their music and calls out the radio industry for being exclusionary. [/INST]

Lyrics: Turn on the radio, take a listen
What you're missing
Personally I'm sick of the ass-kissing
What I'm kicking to you won't get rotation
Nowhere in the nation
Program directors and DJ's ignored me
'Cause I simply said "Fuck Top Forty
And Top Thirty, Top Twenty and Top Ten!"
Until you put more hip-hop in
Then I might grin but don't pretend that you're down with the scene
And go and diss me in a magazine
How could you figure the brother could dig ya?
DJ face down in the river
No, it's not a threat but a promise
I'm as crazy as they come see
Mama didn't love me
All I got is my nine
And to calm the savage beast here's the Alpine
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Disaster...
Turn off that bullshit!
Turn off that motherfucking radio!
Turn off that bullshit!
Turn off that motherfucking radio!
Turn off that bullshit!
Play the music motherfucker put the music on
Damn!


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Express dissatisfaction with the current state of mainstream radio, particularly its overemphasis on love songs and lack of appreciation for new, diverse music styles. Encourage the listener to seek out artists like Ice Cube, who bring something fresh and unique to the hip-hop scene. [/INST]

Lyrics: Tune in to the radio, listen for a minute
Yo G, stick a fucking tape in it!
'Cause all the radio do is gangle
That R&B love triangle
If you're out there kicking it with the brothers
You don't care about lovers
You wanna hear a young nigga on the mic going buck wild
Throwing and flowing and showing new styles
That's where I'm coming from
Reality: that's what they're running from
So if you're down with Ice Cube, let me know that you know
Yo, turn off the radio


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A listener expresses their strong dislike for a particular rapper and their music, urging others to join them in opposing the artist and their influence on the radio. [/INST]

Lyrics: You know what? You know what?
Basically those black guys and those rap guys
They don't know what the fuck they're doing
I hate those fuckers, I hate 'em!
Especially that one guy
The AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted; Ice Cube—I hate that fucker!
Get him off the air, get him off, get him off
Get that rap shit out of here!
Nigga, get me a gat, so I can smoke this motherfucker!
Hello?
Hi, this is D.E.L
Hey, I'm calling from 3838 Twin Oaks Way
Yeah, I just wanted to call to say fuck the radio!


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A city spiraling into chaos as tensions rise and unrest spreads, causing a series of fires and looting incidents. Despite authorities trying to maintain peace and order, the jury finds those accused not guilty, fueling more unrest and calls for action. The atmosphere is tense as people demand justice and express their anger through disorder. [/INST]

Lyrics: "Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the best of our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are against the interests of all our people and therefore, cannot be permitted."
("The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...")
"We've been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard, that there's a series of fires. A lot of looting is going on. A disaster area, obviously."
("The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...")
Make it rough!
("A lot of activity continues here at this command post.")
 Make it rough!
("We have sporadic fires, throughout the city of Los Angeles.")


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Write a song about standing up to a bully who's a corrupt police officer, using creative and metaphorical language. [/INST]

Lyrics: I got a Mac-10 for Officer Wind
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to Kansas
In a casket, crew cut faggot
Now he ain't nothing but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiian, lying
Niggas ain't buying, ya story, bore me
Tearing up shit with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a laptop computer
I told you it would happen, and you heard it, read it
But all you can call me was anti-Semitic
Regret it? Nope, said it? Yep
Listen to my big black boots as I step
Niggas had to break you off something, give Bush a push
But your National Guard ain't hard
You had to get Rodney to stop me, 'cause you know what?
We woulda to' this muthafucka up!


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In response to the controversial verdicts in the trial of the officers accused of beating Rodney King, a powerful and aggressive song is created as an expression of anger and frustration. [/INST]

Lyrics: "Wrong nigga to fuck with!"
Huh, make it rough!
"Wrong nigga to fuck with!"
Yo Muggs, make it rough
"Wrong nigga to fuck with!"
Huh, make it rough
"Wrong nigga to fuck with!"
Enough!
"Wrong nigga to fuck with!"
"Wrong nigga to fuck with!"
"Wrong nigga to fuck with!"
"Wrong nigga to fuck with!"
"Wrong nigga to fuck with!"
"Wrong nigga to fuck with!"
"Wrong nigga to fuck with!"
"Not guilty verdicts for Stacey Koon, Laurence Powell, Timothy
Wind and Theodore Briseno: the four officers accused of beating
Motorist Rodney King."


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Imagine a scene where a group of friends are hanging out, smoking marijuana, and cruising around in a double dutch bus while listening to a radio broadcast. They encounter a police bike and try to avoid getting caught, all while sharing some laughs and enjoying their freedom. [/INST]

Lyrics: Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There ain't nothin' wrong, so hit the bong
Waitin' on the double dutch bus for a ride
As the buffalo bitch go round the outside
Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip
Got Daytons on the mothership
And you can ring my bell if you need me to pass
The dutchie on the left hand side for the sale
Cuz nobody knows where the nose goes when the doors close
Dog chow got the hoes
Lookin' for the theme from the Black Hole
Now I'll big bang you with my black pole
Flashlight, red light, we don't like cops on the bike
Just made bail, tonight
So whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna have some fun with the bop gun


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A catchy, repetitive, and hypnotic song about a girl who likes to drop it like it's hot, with a twist of power and control when it comes to making her drop. [/INST]

Lyrics: Drop girl
Drop to the drop, drop to the drop, drop, drop girl, drop
Drop to the drop, drop to the drop, drop, drop girl, drop
Drop to the drop, drop to the drop, drop, drop girl, drop
(If I hit the switch, I could make that ass drop)
Drop girl
Drop to the drop, drop to the drop, drop, drop girl, drop
Drop to the drop, drop to the drop, drop, drop girl, drop
Drop to the drop, drop to the drop, drop, drop girl, drop
(If I hit the switch, I could make that ass drop)


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A song about dominating the club, attracting confident women, and brushing off haters while enjoying life and having fun. [/INST]

Lyrics: Stop, drop, and roll it
I like bad bitches in that club that control it
If you tote it, uh huh, you get voted
And to my haters, I'm back moded
And we exploded on you motherfuckers
We took shots and reloaded on your motherfuckers
Ayy, I can't hear you talking to me
Don't interupt me when I'm talking to the booty


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A catchy, repetitive song about dancing and dropping it like it's hot, with a focus on a girl's confidence and body movements. [/INST]

Lyrics: Drop girl drop
Drop to the drop, drop to the drop, drop, drop girl, drop
Drop to the drop, drop to the drop, drop, drop girl, drop
Drop to the drop, drop to the drop, drop, drop girl, drop
(If I hit the switch, I could make that ass drop)


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Write a song about enjoying luxurious lifestyle, flirting, and a catchy dance move. [/INST]

Lyrics: Drop drop it, lemme see you squat it
Type a nigga gettin' private dances in the public
Hit her from the back, grabbing on her shoulders
Hair weave killa, girl don't you get nervous
Cleaning some detergent, all my cars got curtains
I left her like Ginobili
My Rollie cost a car, and I don't have a car note
I took her from the bar to the car to the condo
Drop girl drop
Drop to the drop, drop to the drop, drop, drop girl, drop
Drop to the drop, drop to the drop, drop, drop girl, drop
Drop to the drop, drop to the drop, drop, drop girl, drop
(If I hit the switch, I could make that ass) Drop


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A song that describes a catchy and funky music production, with lyrics that allude to the playful nature of rhythm and movement. [/INST]

Lyrics: Brought to you by Drop it like its hot and pick it up like’s not production
Dealers in funky music and round jiggly shit you can play with
(If I hit the switch, I could make that ass) Drop


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A young boy named Stanley is growing up with dreams of owning a gold car and flashy accessories. He's urged to focus on his education and future instead, but he struggles with understanding the importance of being Black in today's society. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yo, where the fuck is that little boy at?
Stanley, bring your ass here, god damnit (Man, fuck you, punk ass nigga)
But anyway man, yo, Bone man
When I get fourteen, man, I wanna buy me a rag top tray on some gold things (Stanley)
Man, fuck that shit, man
You need to take your ass to school, get you a motherfuckin' job and shit
Man, fuck that, man, fuck you, man, look here
When I get fourteen, man, I wanna buy me a rag top tray on some gold with a three-wheel motion
Chin wheel pull out (Ah shit), three finger ring, fat ass link (Stanley) and a big booty go bitch to with it
Man, fuck all that
Break 'em off something
Aha, it's really sad
Young brothers and sisters today have a lack of understanding on
What it really means to be Black


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A song reflecting on the struggles and experiences of a Black man in modern society, highlighting societal expectations, personal choices, and the challenges faced due to systemic racism. [/INST]

Lyrics: Us, we'll always sing the blues
'Cause all we care about is hairstyles and tennis shoes
And if ya step on mine ya pushed a button
'Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin'
Just like a beast
But I'm the first nigga to holler out peace, black man
I beat my wife and children to a pulp
When I get drunk and smoke dope
Got a bad heart condition
Still eat hog-mogs and chitlin's
Bet my money on the dice or  the horses
Jobless, so I'm a ho for the armed forces
Go to church but they tease us
With a picture of a blue-eyed Jesus
They used to call me Negro
After all this time I'm still bustin' up the chiffarobe
No respect and ignored
And I'm havin' more babies than I really can afford
In jail 'cause I can't pay the mother
Held back in life because of my color
Now this is just a little summary
Of us, but y'all think it's dumb of me
To hold a mirror to ya face, but trust
Nobody gives a fuck about


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A sci-fi themed song about an unstoppable force from outer space. [/INST]

Lyrics: "There's no stopping what can't be stopped... no killing what can't be killed..."
There's something' out there waiting for us (Hahaha!)
There's something' out there waiting for us (Hahaha!)


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A song reflecting on the struggles and successes of a rapper from the Westside, with a focus on their resilience and determination in the face of challenges, including the threat of violence, the pressures of fame, and the importance of staying true to oneself. [/INST]

Lyrics: You can run but you can't hide
From the Westside night stalker, shit talker
Run and tell them it's the L.M
Nigga with the gat, and I'm back
Off the everyday prey that I slay
Rolling with a fo', chase ya through South Central
Monkey-wrench ho should know that, she'll get the bozack
'Cause I'm not starving, but fuck that Johnny Carson ho
Never had me on the Late Night Show
Coming with the shit that'll hit
"Steady Mobbin'" 'cause the flavor's good
There goes the neighborhood
Nigga with the third album; how come he don't fall off?
Rolling with the sawed-off gauge
Turn the page of the chapter, caught up in the rapture
But you know Anita, she can get the peter
Eat 'em up, yum, and you're floored
Motherfuck Billboard and the editor; here comes the Predator!


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A person is expressing their temporary departure and assuring that they will return, while mentioning an anticipation of an unknown being or force that could be lurking nearby. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yo, I'm out, but I'll be back
Yo, I'm out, but I'll be back
Yo, I'm out, but I'll be back
Yo, I'm out... (Here comes the Predator!)
(There's something' out there waiting for us)


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Imagine a monster trapped in a dense rainforest who, when cornered, activates a self-destruct device to escape, leaving a massive area of destruction behind. [/INST]

Lyrics: "They indicated, that when trapped, the creature activated a self-destruct device that destroyed enough rainforest to cover three hundred city blocks."
(*explosion*)


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Create a song that captures the essence of a fantastic day filled with fun and adventure, where the person is joined by various friends and the day is filled with laughter and good times. The song should have a laid-back, feel-good vibe, with catchy lyrics and a memorable chorus. [/INST]

Lyrics: Hahahah
That's right
Smooth, hah
Yeah
Hahahahah


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In the context of a news report discussing the alarming decline in the population of young black teenagers, an animal is metaphorically used to emphasize the urgency of preserving their existence. The lyrics explore the reasons behind this decline and the lack of efforts to protect them, suggesting that they are being targeted and exploited. [/INST]

Lyrics: "At the bottom of our news tonight, there's been a new animal aimed in the direction of falling off the face of the Earth. Yes, young black teenagers are reported to be the oldest, and the newest, creatures added to the endangered species list. As of now, no efforts have been made to preserve the Blacks. When asked why, a top law official adds, 'Because they make good game'"
(A young nigga got it bad cause I'm brown)


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In a world where one's skin color often defines their fate, expressing the struggles and challenges faced by those on the darker side of society. [/INST]

Lyrics: Standing in the middle of war, the minute we flex
When we die, we won't make Jet
Ebony can't see to the light side
The term they apply to us is a nigga
Call it what you want, cause I'm comin’ from the corner
Same applies to a Ph.D
Who's black - don't wanna roll - sells his soul
Watch his head go rollin’
Who the fuck are they foolin’?
Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes
Matches the color of the one on my face
As they wonder whats under my waist
(Standin' on the verge) of them gettin’ brown
That's a fact, got a fear of the bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide
Yeah Cube, they can't fuck with the darkside!


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A lyricist is encouraged to create a song that expresses feelings of desperation and a sense of yearning for a change, ultimately offering a solution for the listener's mind, body, and soul. [/INST]

Lyrics: Damn, I'm broke
My feet hurt
Inside the mind of a car jacker
And that bitch is slipping
Damn, it makes me wanna creep
Damn, it makes me wanna creep
I got something for your mind, your body and your soul
I got something for your mind, your body and your soul


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I'm a talented rapper who is loyal to my friends and wants to avoid conflict. However, I'm not afraid to express myself, even if it means making a statement that some might not understand. [/INST]

Lyrics: Now, I don't talk a lot of shit
But when it's time to get busy with these hoes, let's go
Cause I'd rather see a skinhead dead
Then my niggas wearing blue or red
Cause I got the gift
To hit these hoes swift
And I'm smelling like a fifth of something
Yeah, that's right
I'm standing in the store
Koreans act so nice
Cause I got potentials to blow up a Winchells
Donut
And you know what
I'm Cool Like Dat like Digable Planets
But don't take a nigga for granted
Cause whether it's a verdict or the L.A. four
You just don't know
That this rapping-ass nigga will change with the weather
And be down for whatever
And I'm down
Creep
And I'm down for whatever
Bump it in your Jeep
Ice Cube - D'voidofpop
And I will never dance for you trick-ass niggas
It makes me wanna creep
It makes me wanna creep


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A song that describes a rebellious and powerful leader who takes control and influences people to follow them, using metaphors such as being a chaperone, author, and a holy figure. The song also references famous figures, industries, and themes that the leader embodies. The lyrics encourage listeners to "drink the Kool-Aid" and join the movement, while also addressing those who are resistant or opposed to the leader's influence. [/INST]

Lyrics: This ain't Sinatra!
This ain't the Carter!
I am the chaperone nigga...Who brought ya!
I am the author! This is Holy water!
From the Holy Father...The Rock of Gibraltar!
Step up to the altar! Step up to the slaughter!
Get circumsize son and turned into a daughter!
Niggas know they oughta drink the fucking Kool-Aid!
Industry laid out authorities are too late!
MC's passed the due date! Niggas? They do hate!
You are Bobby Boucher, I'm the Mane like Gucci!
I rock the Louis! But not like Kanye!
Nigga see me kinda like...Harry Belafonte!
Step into the room they be like: "Ah, Day-O!"
Yeah, cause they know a nigga ain't play-doe!
Shots all fatal! Is this Laredo?
Boarder town knock them down just like Lego's!


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A song aimed at asserting one's dominance and warning others not to underestimate them [/INST]

Lyrics: (Let them know!) Do you (Let them know!) Do you
(Let them know!) Know who you fucking with? Know who you fucking with?
Do you (Let them know!) Do you
(Let them know!) Know who you fucking with? Know who you fucking with?
Always (Always!) Always (Always!)
Know who you fucking with! Know who you fucking with!
Always (Always!) Always (Always!)
Know who you fucking with! Know who you fucking with!


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A song that encourages loyalty and obedience to a leader, using the metaphor of "drinking the Kool-Aid" to symbolize fully committing to their cause. The lyrics also feature a reference to Ice Cube and emphasize the strength and dominance of the group. [/INST]

Lyrics: Drink the Kool-Aid!
I make a motherfucker drink the kool aid!
I-I-I-Ice Cube! (Yeah its the cube)
The Don...(Let 'em know!) Ain't no stopping the G!
They call me (The Don, nigga!)


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A song that emphasizes the importance of self-awareness and assertiveness, particularly in confronting potential adversaries. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Let them know!) Do you (Let them know!) Do you
(Let them know!) Know who you fucking with? Know who you fucking with?
Do you (Let them know!) Do you
(Let them know!) Know who you fucking with? Know who you fucking with?
Always (Always!) Always (Always!)
Know who you fucking with! Know who you fucking with!
Always (Always!) Always (Always!)
Know who you fucking with! Know who you fucking with!


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Imagine a song featuring various contributions from different artists, where they come together to create a track with a strong emphasis on nostalgia and a catchy, old school beat. [/INST]

Lyrics: Drop a old school beat


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A guy shares his wild night with a girl who looks like a pitbull, as they try to avoid being caught by his friends and ends up hooking up in various locations, all while trying to maintain a low profile. [/INST]

Lyrics: It's crazy 'cause before I could sleep with her
I had to duck and dodge and try to creep with her
See the booty and the front was all in place
But the girl had the pitbull face
So we ran jumped drove swam crawled hid
Oh lord god forbid
My homies see me at the motel
'Cause those fools would love to just go tell
Everybody in the hood that knows your rep
So jump in the back seat and quiet is kept
And hold your big fat butt steady
'Cause yo, ho, I got the paper bag ready
She started moaning and gobbling like a turkey
I knocked the boots from here to Albuquerque
I dropped her off man and I'm knowing
That I'm a hate myself in the morning
I got drunk to help me forget
Yo another day another hit, shit
I'm gettin faded
("Livin' and jivin' and diggin' the skin he's in...")
Ay yo, you know what time it is
("Livin' and jivin' and diggin' the skin he's in" "Whoa yeah")


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A group of friends is having an argument about someone causing trouble and interfering with their activities, leading to the police being called. [/INST]

Lyrics: Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up
Whassup nigga?
Get over there... shit
Ya lil punk ass nigga
C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy
God damnit you stop that shit now
Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house
Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man
Whassup?
Wait a minute?
There are police, go!


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Write a song about using a funky beat to assert your dominance and showcase your skills, while also warning others to respect your space and not challenge you. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ice Cube, I take a funky beat and reshape it
Locate a dope break, and then I break it
And give it that gangsta lean
Dead in your face as I turn up the bass
I make punk suckers run and duck because
I don't try to hide 'cause you know that I love to
Jack a fool for his beat and then I'm outtie
So when I come to your town don't crowd me
'Cause I know, you're gonna wanna kick it with me
But I know, none of y'all can get with me
So you think you're protected
Well you are 'til you put a funky beat on a record
Then I have to show and prove and use your groove
'Cause suckers can't fade the Cube
And if I jack ya and ya keep comin'
I have you marks a hundred miles and runnin'
*stop stop stop stop stop!
Sa-prize, niggas*


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Describe the allure and challenges of living in South Central Los Angeles. [/INST]

Lyrics: And now, the wonderous world of..
Hey, come to Los Angeles!
Where you and your family can have peace and tranquility
Enjoy the refinement..
Hey Bone, hey nigga where you at though?
Hello, my name is Elaine
And I'll be your tour guide through South Central Los Angeles


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A song about a person who's taking their time in life, focusing on making calculated decisions and focusing on their goals. [/INST]

Lyrics: Mhm, I look up
Yeah, and I take my time, nigga
I'ma take my time, woah
Mhm, power moves only, nigga


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Write a song about an irritated person who doesn't want to deal with a seemingly ignorant and bothersome individual. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Mustard on the beat, ho) I don't fuck wit' you
You lil' stupid ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' wit'chu
You lil', you lil' dumb ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' wit'chu
I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do
Than to be fuckin' with you (You,) lil' stupid ass


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A disinterested and apathetic person expressing their indifference towards others' actions and opinions. [/INST]

Lyrics: I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, I don't, I don't
I don't give a fuck, bitch, I don't give a
Fuck about you, or anything that you do
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, I don't, I don't
Don't give a fuck about you, or anything that you do
I don't give a fuck, uh


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Write a song about not caring about someone's actions or words, using repetition and strong language to emphasize the disinterest in their behavior. [/INST]

Lyrics: I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, I don't, I don't
I don't give a fuck, bitch, I don't give a (E-40)
Fuck about you, or anything that you do
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, I don't, I don't
Don't give a fuck about you, or anything that you do (Hawoo)
I don't give a fuck, uh


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A song that describes the feeling of recovering from setbacks, emphasizing resilience and the importance of bouncing back from failures or challenges. [/INST]

Lyrics: Last night took a L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back
(You ain’t getting checks)
Last night took a L, but tonight I bounce back
Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back
D town LAX, every week I bounce back
If you a real one, then you know how to bounce back


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The lyrics should represent an anthem-like call to a determined and confident individual who keeps bouncing back despite life's challenges. The lyrics should question if others around are truly genuine, while emphasizing the strength and resilience of the subject. [/INST]

Lyrics: Bounce back, bounce, bounce
Bounce back, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bitch, bounce (Yeah)
Is you a real one?
Is you a real one?
Real one
Real one
Is you a real one?
Real one
Real one
Don


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The pain of a heartbreak and how it's affecting the person who experienced it, along with a warning to others to be careful around a scorned individual. [/INST]

Lyrics: When you said it was over, you shot right through my heart
Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart?
Ooh, I was so mad, I should've seen this coming right from the start
You should beware, beware, beware of a woman with a broken heart


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Feeling lost and confused as you contemplate your love and the uncertainty of its future, you seek guidance from the universe while reflecting on your past actions and emotions. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, praying to a sky all black
Looking at the stars like they finna talk back
Looking at my phone like she finna call back
But last night I feel like probably ended all that
'Cause by now, she woulda sent a text in all caps
Then another one tryna take it all back
Saying "Fuck you," "I miss you," or "I hate you so much"
'Cause girls only say "hate you" to the guys that they love
I know, I know, I know
The highs, the lows it comes, it goes
You say "Be real," I try, I don't
'Cause you take anything and just make it everything (God)
Kept my phone on silent ever since you got a ring, funny, right?
And I never cheated; I mean, maybe once or twice
But one time don't change everything
She ask why I don't feel the same, I'm still the same
She's still insane and now she's saying


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Write a song about a breakup and the feeling of betrayal when someone else comes into the picture, using a playful and somewhat sarcastic tone. [/INST]

Lyrics: When you said it was over, you shot right through my heart
Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart?
Ooh, I was so mad, I should've seen this coming right from the start
You should beware, beware, beware of a woman with a broken heart
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Okay, skeet, smoke, sleep, call, miss, text, woke, spoke
Lie, feel, Lisa, ew, time, kill, months, still


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A man is dealing with the consequences and drama that come from his past actions, with an ex-partner and possibly new partners, as they confront and criticize him about his behavior and choices, creating a chaotic and messy situation that he has to face and address. [/INST]

Lyrics: I got somebody baby mama calling me daddy (Yup)
I drank too much, please call me a cabby (Swerve)
Penthouse afterparty, hoes want the addy (Swerve)
Fuck, they can ride with us, crawl in the Caddy
Third row, that's when you call, I hit cancel
Really, I hit answer, fuck, I hate when that happens
Phone in my pocket for the whole night
And you heard bitches screaming 'til my phone died
Then she text me like, "Why you still talk to my mama?
How the fuck you run around with condoms?
Why you make me get this tattoo? Man, fuck this tattoo
You the reason I wasn't single in college
What, all because I had you?
Nigga, I don't even have you
How I'm supposed to get past you?"
Then she called the next guy, spillin' some real shit
Now they problems that he got to deal with


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Write a song that addresses a relationship that ended due to jealousy and insecurity, using imagery and metaphors to convey the pain and frustration of the situation. [/INST]

Lyrics: When you said it was over, you shot right through my heart
Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart?
Ooh, I was so mad, I should've seen this coming right from the start
You should beware, beware, beware of a woman with a broken heart
Girl, don't believe them hoes
'Cause they don't wanna see us together
And you already know you're too fly
But baby, don't get your hair caught in the propellers
I be tryna tell her these hoes is jealous
You know they never like it when you never say never
Long hair, red bone, but her pussy is hairless
Mwah, I french kiss it like we in Paris
I be screaming out, "Ain't no woman like the one I got!"
But she be always worrying about the one I fucked
She said it's gonna be me, myself and I
Damn, that'd make me a one-eyed fuck
I was so mad
Damn, you used to ride a nigga like a moped
But players fuck up, my bad
And just to keep from crying, I laughed


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A man is reflecting on a relationship that ended painfully and is warning others about the potential consequences of heartbreak. [/INST]

Lyrics: When you said it was over, you shot right through my heart (Tunechi)
Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart
Ooh, I was so mad, I should've seen this coming right from the start (Damn)
You should beware, beware, beware of a woman with a broken heart


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A song that conveys a message to a partner about the impact of their words and actions, specifically their use of nicknames and labels. [/INST]

Lyrics: Baby, last time calling me baby
Last time calling me crazy, crazy, crazy
Baby, last time calling me baby
Last time calling me crazy, crazy, crazy


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A song about dancing, going wild, and having fun in a party setting. The lyrics should contain repetitive and catchy phrases that the audience can easily remember and sing along to. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass
Stop! Now make that motherfucker hammer time like
Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid