Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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'


Prompt: A rapper narrates a story about facing haters and overcoming adversity, reflecting on his life experiences and using a "ghetto vet" persona.

Response:
(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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: A poet rediscovers an old collection of their work while cleaning their home.

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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

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


Prompt: 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.

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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: A song about a confident and mischievous individual who is constantly challenging others with their unique and unpredictable behavior.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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)


Prompt: Describe someone's unique and confident style.

Response:
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)


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: Describe a world where everything is going wrong and nothing makes sense anymore.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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'


Prompt: 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.

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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
"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?"


Prompt: A song about a unique and powerful individual, who is unapologetically authentic, and differentiates themselves from the fake and digital personas of others.

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


Prompt: Think about the concept of originality and authenticity, and the idea that some people may not be genuinely unique.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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)


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: The fearsome and intimidating nature of a person no one should dare to cross.

Response:
("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")


Prompt: Imagining a world where various mythical creatures have gained recognition and fame, such as Sasquatch, Godzilla, and King Kong.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: They call me Sasquatch, please check the watch

Response:
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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Prompt: A street performer in a busy marketplace tries to negotiate payment for his performance.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: Write a song about a powerful leader and their influence on those who oppose them.

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


Prompt: Reinforcement and growth through guidance by the young generation.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
"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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


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

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


Prompt: A song about asserting one's individuality, overcoming opposition, and representing their home region, using a catchy phrase as a chorus.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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!


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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!


Prompt: A disgruntled musician expresses their frustration with the lack of airplay for their music and calls out the radio industry for being exclusionary.

Response:
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!


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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!


Prompt: 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.

Response:
"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.")


Prompt: Write a song about standing up to a bully who's a corrupt police officer, using creative and metaphorical language.

Response:
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!


Prompt: 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.

Response:
"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."


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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)


Prompt: A song about dominating the club, attracting confident women, and brushing off haters while enjoying life and having fun.

Response:
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


Prompt: A catchy, repetitive song about dancing and dropping it like it's hot, with a focus on a girl's confidence and body movements.

Response:
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)


Prompt: Write a song about enjoying luxurious lifestyle, flirting, and a catchy dance move.

Response:
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


Prompt: A song that describes a catchy and funky music production, with lyrics that allude to the playful nature of rhythm and movement.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: A sci-fi themed song about an unstoppable force from outer space.

Response:
"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!)


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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!


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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)


Prompt: 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.

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


Prompt: 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.

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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
"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)


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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!


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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!


Prompt: A song aimed at asserting one's dominance and warning others not to underestimate them

Response:
(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!


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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!)


Prompt: A song that emphasizes the importance of self-awareness and assertiveness, particularly in confronting potential adversaries.

Response:
(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!


Prompt: 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.

Response: Drop a old school beat


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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")


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

Response:
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!


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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*


Prompt: Describe the allure and challenges of living in South Central Los Angeles.

Response:
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


Prompt: A song about a person who's taking their time in life, focusing on making calculated decisions and focusing on their goals.

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


Prompt: Write a song about an irritated person who doesn't want to deal with a seemingly ignorant and bothersome individual.

Response:
(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


Prompt: A disinterested and apathetic person expressing their indifference towards others' actions and opinions.

Response:
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


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

Response:
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


Prompt: A song that describes the feeling of recovering from setbacks, emphasizing resilience and the importance of bouncing back from failures or challenges.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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
You might also like
Okay, skeet, smoke, sleep, call, miss, text, woke, spoke
Lie, feel, Lisa, ew, time, kill, months, still


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: A man is reflecting on a relationship that ended painfully and is warning others about the potential consequences of heartbreak.

Response:
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


Prompt: A song that conveys a message to a partner about the impact of their words and actions, specifically their use of nicknames and labels.

Response:
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


Prompt: 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.

Response:
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


Prompt: A rapper is bragging about their success, attracting attention from women, and their influence in the club.

Response:
Wobble-dy wobble-dy wa wobble wobble
I’m st-stacking my paper my wallet look like a bible
I got girlies half naked that shit look like the grotto
How your waist anorexic and then your ass is colossal
Drop that ass make it boomerang
Take my belt off, bitch I’m Pootie Tang
Tippy tow tippy tay you gon' get a tip today
Fuck that you gonna get some dick today
I walk in with my crew and I’m breaking they necks
I’m looking all good I’m making her wet
They pay me respect they pay me in checks
And if she look good she pay me in sex (do it)
Bounce that ass (ass) it’s the roundest
You the best, you deserve a crown bitch, right on that ass


Prompt: Write a song that encourages people of different backgrounds and body types to dance and have fun, using repetitive, catchy phrases and rhymes.

Response:
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
H-h-h-h-h-hammer time
Woah, white girls, black girls, tall girls, fat girls
Shake that ass shake that ass, shake that ass
Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass
Go, go
Short girls, small girls, skinny girls, all girls
Shake that ass shake that ass, shake that ass
Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass
And I want all of that


Prompt: Create a song with lyrics that encourage people to let loose and dance, with an emphasis on having fun and not taking things too seriously.

Response:
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
Go stupid!


Prompt: A song about pursuing success without relying on others for help, while being wary of people who may betray you.

Response:
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the takin'
And what I need from 'em? No favors
Clique too big, bread gotta break it
'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'
Everything lined up for the takin'
And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors
What I need? No favors
Everything lined up for the takin'
And what I need from 'em? No favors


Prompt: A friend is giving you advice about a girl you're interested in, while you're waiting for her to arrive at a social event.

Response:
(I know you feeling yourself right now)
(But I'm not sure she's the one—I wouldn't call her, man)
"Hey, I'm outside"
What are you doing here?


Prompt: A friend notices that their close acquaintance has been struggling with some issues in their life and they seem to be acting differently. The friend believes that their loved one needs a break from everything and suggests a vacation as a way to help them relax and feel better.

Response:
I know you've been goin' through some things, uh-huh
I know you don't even love the same, do you, do you?
I know you've been runnin' on empty, runnin' on empty
The way you move it's like you could use a vacation
Drink in your hand and the harder you dance
I swear right now it look like you on a vacation
Gotta get away, make it happen
Whatever happened just had to happen
On vacation, yeah
I know you've been, I know you've been


Prompt: Describe a thrilling adventure with a partner who is tired of arguing and wants to escape their daily life, exploring new experiences together and leaving their old problems behind.

Response:
Excited, activated get ignited
So many charges on my card, oh God I think it got indicted
Get a, get a night, get a day, get a room, get a place
Get a drink, pop a bottle, maybe we can get away
You a star, you need space, we can shoot up out of town
Have you ever been to Texas? South By Southwestern
Where we can smoke a zip like we can't get arrested
Where they might know us off any intersection
I mean baby I know you've been, wanna be the baddest
Wanna be with somebody who ain't never had it
No status, just all cinematics, you just gotta cast it
I know you've been crying and poutin'
Know you're tired of arguing but no screaming and shouting
And you know we on a roll like we did good in college
Throwin' hundreds and thousands
Like they not hundreds and thousands


Prompt: Write a song about the journey of self-discovery and success, emphasizing the importance of loving oneself and having a positive impact on the world.

Response:
I hope you learn to make it on your own
And if you love yourself, just know you'll never be alone
I hope that you get everything you want and that you chose
I hope that it's the realest thing that you ever know
Hope you get the pretty girls that's pretty at everything
Million-dollar cribs, havin' million dollar dreams
And when you get it all, just remember one thing
Remember one thing, that one man could change the world
That one man could change the world


Prompt: A granddaughter grateful for a phone call from her grandmother, expressing affection and ending the conversation with a warm goodbye.

Response:
Thank you for callin' me, been thinkin' about you
It's all good, I love you grandma
Bye


Prompt: A hardworking individual, who has been diligently working throughout the year, finally receives their paycheck and decides to treat themselves with a shopping spree, reflecting their self-worth and appreciation for their efforts.

Response:
God, oh, God
Boi, boi
I've been workin' all god damn year, I just got my check
I'm 'bout to spend it all on me, I'm worth it, yeah


Prompt: A rapper is reflecting on their success and sending a message to their haters and old acquaintances who are still doubting them.

Response:
Hol' up, hol' up, tell me what you see (What you see)
Pull up (Swerve), watch these mothafuckas freak (Watch 'em freak)
S-say what up though when you see me in the streets
G.O.O.D. Music in this bitch, now drop that mothafuckin' beat, woah
Okay, this to all of my enemies that see me gettin' guap right now
See me gettin' guap right now, see me gettin' guap right now (Yeah)
This to all of my hatin' hoes that see me gettin' guap right now
See me gettin' guap right now, hell yeah, I won't stop right now (Haan?)
This to all my old hoes that see me gettin' guap right now
See me gettin' guap right now, hell yeah, I won't stop right now (Yeah)
See me gettin' guap right now, hell nah, I won't stop right now (Big Sean)
Hell nah, I won't stop right now, see me gettin' guap right now


Prompt: Imagine a song celebrating the accumulation of wealth and the feeling of accomplishment it brings, despite the presence of enemies trying to hinder progress. The lyrics should emphasize the excitement and determination to keep moving forward, even in the face of adversity.

Response:
Right now, woah
Right now, woah
Right now, woah
Right now, woah
Right now, woah
Right now, woah, woah
Four, three, two, one
This to all my enemies that see me gettin' guap right now
See me gettin' guap right now, hell yeah, won't stop right now
Four, three, two, one
See me gettin' guap right now, hell nah, won't stop right now
Hell nah, won't stop right now, see me gettin' guap right now
Four, three, two, one


Prompt: Describe a person who has achieved their dreams of living a luxurious lifestyle, driving fancy cars, and having all the material possessions they desire, while reflecting on their journey and gratitude towards their success.

Response:
I always wanted to stunt so hard (Yeah,) I always wanted to ride that whip (Always)
I always wanted to fuck that bitch (I always,) thank you, God, I fucked that bitch (God)
I always wanted to live this life (Life,) I always wanted to wear that ice (All this ice)
I always wanted paradise, I always wanted paradise, look


Prompt: Write a song about the allure of money and the complexities of relationships, using metaphors and wordplay.

Response:
Now it don't take a lot to make you rich (To make you rich)
I'm addicted to a lot of crazy shit (I'm addicted to a lot of crazy shit)
But I feel like money is the best drug (Best drug)
Sometimes hate can be the best love


Prompt: A song about a person's aspirations and achievements in life, including material possessions, relationships, and the quest for paradise.

Response:
I always wanted to stunt so hard (Yeah,) I always wanted to ride that whip (Always)
I always wanted to fuck that bitch (I always,) thank you, God, I fucked that bitch (God)
I always wanted to live this life (Life,) I always wanted to wear that ice (All this ice)
I always wanted paradise, I always wanted paradise (Always wanted paradise)


Prompt: In a song, describe a moment of self-realization and success, where the artist is embracing their rise to fame, acknowledging their previous struggles, and giving credit to their creative collaborators.

Response:
(Uh-huh) Straight up
Finally Famous, nigga (Yeah)
Ear Drummers
Oh damn, damn
Mike WiLL—Mike WiLL


Prompt: Talking about our love and living for it, we go back and forth but it's all good.

Response:
Yeah, and we G.O.O.D
Keep talkin' about this shit but whatever
We can go back and forth all day
(How much I feel, I live for your love)
Lit for your love baby, lit for your love
(Live for your love)
Lit for your love baby, lit for your love
(Live for your love)
Lit for your love baby, lit for your love
(Live for your love)
Lit for your love baby (Straight up!)


Prompt: Reflecting on the intense pressures and expectations of fame, the challenges of personal relationships, and the ongoing social issues affecting people in the public eye.

Response:
That's that don't play! Whuh! That's that new Ye
People sayin' I'm the closest thing to Mike since Janet, whuh!
Tom Cruise, homie, we jumpin' up on them couches
That's a fresh house, is that a guest house?
Your house got another house?
Your bitch got a bitch, your spouse got another spouse
Young Walt Disney, I'ma tell you truthfully
If you leave Mickey you gon' end up with a Goofy
I imagine that's what Chris told Karrueche
Girls be actin' like it's diamonds in they coochie
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
But cops chokin' niggas out in the media
We finna have to protest and tear the city up
We 'bout to tear this whole place up, pretty much
(How much I live)
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And you know it's all your fault
Nobody, nobody, nobody, babe
You know it's all your fault
Nobody, nobody, nobody, but me


Prompt: Write a song about the excitement and passion of a newfound romantic relationship, using slang and colloquialisms to express the depth of feelings for the other person.

Response:
Lit for your love baby, lit for your love
Lit for your love baby, lit for your love
Lit for your love baby, lit for your love
Lit for your love baby (Straight up!)


Prompt: A confident and determined rapper expresses their drive for success and dominance in their life, music, and relationships. They emphasize the importance of hard work, determination, and making a mark in various aspects of life, all while maintaining an air of mystery and intrigue.

Response:
Hoe, you gotta move quick
World in my hands, I ain't gotta loose grip
I don't like loose pussy or loose lips
And I done did the impossible a few times, Tom Cruise shit
Hoe, and I ain't satisfied bein' on that top five list
I ain't satisfied until I'm on that all-time list
Til everything I spit is all timeless
My girl on that all fine list
My life a little luck, a lot of grind, bitch!
No "maybe," hoe, I gotta make it
Fuck your nomination; man, fuck the world
I'm repopulatin', wrap my Rollie round my waist
Yeah, time's a-wastin'
Niggas want the comma-comma-combination
Long as I'm around, it's gon' be dot-dot-dot, a lot of waitin'
Got my pinky on her brain while I'm gettin' brain
Plottin' world domination, people ask me how to make it
I'm just like "man, if you want the crown, bitch, you gotta take it"
Straight up (Straight up!)


Prompt: Write a song about the undeniable truth that a girl realizes about herself and her life, using repetition to emphasize the significance of the revelation.

Response:
Girl, it's true
You do, you do, you do
It's true (Oh)
It's waitin' for you (Uh-huh)
Girl, it's true


Prompt: A confident individual is trying to convince someone that they are unique and deserve to be taken seriously, while addressing the other people in their life who they think may not see the bigger picture.

Response:
I ain't like them other niggas (Other niggas)
And I ain't 'bout to play no games with you (Play no games)
You know what your problem is? (Oh)
You don't ever see the big picture
Oh-wee, I want you to take me serious
Oh, baby, I want you to take me serious
Aw, yeah, yeah (Waitin' for you)


Prompt: Write a song about an intimate and exciting sexual encounter, highlighting the playful and bold interactions that took place.

Response:
Yeah
Sex game had her ass blowing me up (brrr)
Sex game had her ass texting me up
Yeah (808 Mafia!)
Whoa


Prompt: Write a song about a confident person who can move and groove, with a focus on dancing and body movements, including the actions of someone they find attractive and their impact on the city around them.

Response:
I got the moves
I got the moves
I'm making moves
You gotta move (you gotta move)
She make that back move (damn)
She made her titties move (goddamn)
I make the city move (like whoa)
I make the city move
I got the moves (I'm making-)
I got the moves (I got the moves)
I'm making moves (I'm making moves)
You gotta move (you gotta-)
She make that back move (damn)
She made her titties move (goddamn)
I make the city move (l do)
I make the city move (I do)


Prompt: A Don who has provided for his family, has a strong bond with his partner, and is not someone to be trifled with.

Response:
Look, I'm a Don, I'm a Don, I'm a Don (Don)
I gave my whole family jobs and I take care of my Mom
Me and my girl been through so much, that's my partner in crime  (808 Mafia!)
Touch any of the above, now you harder to find
Gone


Prompt: A rapper celebrating their success, mentioning their loyalty and potential consequences for those who betray them.

Response:
Brrrt!
I look up, so many (On my don shit)
So, so many
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you


Prompt: When it comes to achieving success, what are you willing to sacrifice in life?

Response:
I done made sacrifices (I, I)
So many sacrifices (Straight, straight up)
I done gave up so much free time knowing time ain’t free
Fuck it, I sacrificed it (Fuck it, I sacrificed it)
My girl show me love, she know I made sacrifices (I, I)
And if it's real, real love then you make sacrifices (Straight up)
To get ahead, man, you gotta make sacrifices (Woah)
Fuck it though, that's how hungry my appetite is, yeah, yeah


Prompt: A person reflecting on their life choices, stating how they have eliminated drama from their life, and focusing on their own self-growth, all while giving up the pleasures of social life and love.

Response:
I cut the fuck shit drama out my energy
Focused on the inner me, never on the enemy
And I done sacrificed my own time, I done sacrificed my own mind
I done sacrificed the club life, I done sacrificed my love life
Look, I cut the fuck shit drama out my energy
Focused on the inner me, never on the enemy
And I done sacrificed my own time, I done sacrificed my own mind
I done sacrificed the club life, I done sacrificed my love life


Prompt: A song about using aggressive tactics and boldly going against the critics

Response:
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G. Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em


Prompt: You overcame your doubters and came back stronger, winning consecutive awards and gaining a loyal following in the rap game. However, you decided to step away from the industry and focus on your own hustle, which eventually led to success and loyalty among your peers. Now, you're part of a brotherhood that will always have your back.

Response:
They counted me out, I came back with a vengeance
In back-to-back Benzes, back-to-back winnin'
Rap failed, oh well, give me back my scale
And a burn-out cell, I'll grow clientele (Yup)
Four-One P, I don't sell dreams, I wholesale P's (Uh)
Want halves, nigga, don't call me, don't insult me (Boy)
Wrist frosty, 'bout eighty what this shit cost me
Don't worry, I'll make it back before you sip coffee
I run with hustlers and bosses, bosses and hustlers (Yeah)
Had to find my hustle, I was lost in the gutter
Got out that jam, now it's foreigns with the seats peanut butter
Bitch, it's BYLUG for life, never crossin' my brothers


Prompt: A rapper is reminiscing about their life growing up in Detroit, discussing the people they know, the places they've been, and their current success in the music industry, all while maintaining a hustler's mentality and refusing to let anyone hold them back.

Response:
(Let's go)
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro
You know them road trips still bring a dub in, sub in
Even if the party was seven, the strip club ten
I'm all in this bitch on the tether, I'm throwin' dubs still
I put her in the Bentley mansion rent-free
Told 'em keep the G-Wagon plain, don't even tint these
Can't be fuckin' with a lame, dog, you got her head big
Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sippin' red still
I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me
Cuz sellin' corn still, codeword for reggies
I ain't signed a deal yet, fuck it, I don't need 'em
Everybody with me eatin', free my niggas 'til I see 'em
He ain't dead, we ain't even, Jet back, ante up, bitch
Free them boys


Prompt: Write a song about overcoming personal struggles and finding a sense of purpose and faith in the process, using imagery from various religious settings and symbols.

Response:
Million-dollar calls you can't merge in, BasedGod how I got my curse lift
She gon' play her part so well, you thought that she rehearsed it
Don life worship
Holy temple, synagogue, tabernacle, churches


Prompt: Hmm, I'm not here for any friendships, I don't want any BS. From a young age, I was stubborn and rebellious, causing trouble in school. I brought a gun to class and threatened anyone who messed with me. I'm not interested in college, I don't want to be around people I don't trust. I could've gone, but I'm not a fool. I like to have firearms and I won't hesitate to use them if necessary. I will teach anyone who messes with me a lesson. It's all personal

Response:
Hmm, fuck the bullshit
I ain't here to make no friends, can't get bool with me
Since an adolescent, I was ignorant, up in school trippin'
Pistol at my desk, I was sittin' up in school with it
Put your bitch hand in my corner pocket, play pool with it
She gon' eat the dick, both balls licked, and do it to me
Ain't go to college, I ain't want no pussy nigga roomin' with me
Still could've went to college, Sada ain't no fool, nigga
Every clip we got extended, yellow Perkies look like minions
Put Church's Chicken on your niggas, scrape them boys for half a biscuit
Know I like the burner, but I'll beat your ass, this shit personal, huh
Hit a nigga in his shit with this fifty or thirty, duh


Prompt: Write a song about the joy and appreciation of having the perfect partner in life.

Response:
And I, I wouldn't trade it for the world, world, world
And I, just so fucking lucky you're my girl, girl, girl
And I, I wouldn't trade it for anything
No, no, no not anything and you


Prompt: A lover's dedication to their partner, expressing their dependence on them and emphasizing their admiration for their G.

Response:
I can't imagine myself without you
I need a whole lot of help without you
Me and my granny both agreed
Damn you're such a G I’ll hold you down forever, B


Prompt: I would write a lyric that praises a significant other's uniqueness and value in the singer's life, emphasizing that they would not trade their relationship for anything or anyone else.

Response:
And I, I wouldn't trade it for the world, world, world
And I, just so fucking lucky you're my girl, girl, girl
And I, I wouldn't trade it for anything
No, no, no not anything and you
Can't nobody do it like you do it, like you do it, like you do it, like you


Prompt: Feeling trapped in a toxic relationship and wishing for a return to a more positive time, a person contemplates a drastic action, only to realize they are wishing for something that doesn't belong to them.

Response:
I think I’m ready to jump out the window
And turn that nigga that you with right back into your friend, though
We already wasted too much time
And your time is the only thing I wish was mine
So yeah, oh yeah, I think I’m ready to jump out the window


Prompt: Write a song about a strong female friendship, focusing on the theme of self-love and standing up for oneself in relationships.

Response:
Straight up, straight up, look
Know ya momma didn’t raise you to take no disrespect, yeah
I feel, I feel like real queens know how to keep the game in check, yeah
You cried on my phone the whole night
That time he crossed the line yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh I was there) I went to straighten his ass out
And you told me never mind yeah, yeah, yeah
The question isn't, "Do he love ya?" The question is, "Do ya love yourself?"
You give the best advice to your friends and not take it for yourself
Remember when you used to come through and hit the Mario Kart
And you always picked the princess
I realized you was princess way back then
We the best thing that never happened, but


Prompt: In this song, a frustrated individual is contemplating jumping out of a window due to their unresolved issues with a friend. They question the wasted time spent on a toxic relationship and wish they could have that time back. The lyrics reference sleep deprivation, hesitation, and reservation, suggesting that the person is tired of the situation and seeking a solution. The song also touches on themes of separation, recreation, and confronting unhealthy friendships.

Response:
I think I'm ready to jump out the window
And turn that nigga that you with right back into your friend though
We already wasted too much time
And your time is the only thing I wish was mine
So yeah, oh yeah, I think I'm ready to jump out the window
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You been up at night, sleep deprivation
What's the hesitation? What's ya reservation?
You been trippin', trippin' with no destination
You need separation, you need recreation
Y'all been arguing every other day
Ya friends gotta step in and break it up like chill, chill, chill
It's no need to turn this into Kill Bill, look
Funny we ran into each other while we leaving
You walked in with a perm
And now yo' hair look like The Weeknd's
I know that you been needin' clarity
Don't mean to sit ya down and turn this into therapy
But you gave too much time to that boy charity, hear me


Prompt: A disheartened individual expresses their desire to take a bold step to reclaim a lost friendship and regain the time that has been spent apart.

Response:
I think I'm ready to jump out the window
And turn that nigga that you with right back into your friend, though
We already wasted too much time
And your time is the only thing I wish was mine
So yeah, oh yeah, I think I'm ready to jump out the window


Prompt: A song about a person expressing their feelings of jealousy and their desire to spend more time with someone, while questioning their own worth and urging the other person to acknowledge their value.

Response:
Look, I don't mean to sound like the jealous type
But you oughta know (oughta know)
I think me and you should get together sometimes
On the low low low
Sometimes I wonder if you even know
How much you worth, I gotta know
Sometimes I wonder if you even know
How much you worth, I gotta know
I don't mean to sound like the jealous type
But you oughta know (oughta know)
I think me and you should get together sometimes
On the low low low
Sometimes I wonder if you even know
How much you worth, I gotta know
Sometimes I wonder if you even know
How much you worth I gotta know
I gotta know, I gotta know, I gotta know
I think I'm ready to jump out the window
This one's for you, you, you, you, you, you, you


Prompt: Experiences of being young, single, and navigating relationships, including the ups and downs of love and friendships.

Response:
Okay I know what it feel like to be young and single
You know the life when your pockets got a bunch of singles
You know taking double shots, saying fuck a single
You know, hardly getting sleep but it's the fuckin' dream though
Look, I know what it feel like to think you found the one
Told mom that so many times that I'm sounding dumb
Cause she started to mix Ashley up with Tanesha
And saying "Hi Britney" when I'm on the phone with Lisa
Fuck it, I got some new hoes, I mean some XXX girls
Pussy get wet as an S-Curl
Then I started thinkin' 'bout my ex-ex-ex girl
And how it was the worst times but she was the best girl
You know, good girl, bad time, right place, wrong mind
Got my mind right, hit her back, brrr, the wrong line
(The number you dialed has been disconnected)
Man, but before I started feeling bad
My nigga text me like "I got some hoes, hit me back"
Fuck it


Prompt: A song about a loving and supportive relationship in a challenging world, emphasizing the importance of having a partner in both good and bad times.

Response:
Oh I could let you down
When you trip, I'll take you anywhere, I take ya
We get ahead, yup, she give me head, damn right
You know it ain't right if she ain't by my side
With this crazy, crazy world
Thank God I'm with my girl
We get ahead, yup, she give me head, damn right
You know it ain't right if she ain't by my side
With this crazy, crazy world
Thank God I'm with my girl


Prompt: The singer struggles with their thoughts and emotions, with conflicting voices in their head urging them to do better and criticizing their actions. They acknowledge their past mistakes and patterns, but continue to make the same errors.

Response:
Voices in my head sayin' I could do better, damn
Voices in my head sayin' that I knew better
(You know better, what the fuck!)
I done seen this shit happen a hundred times on the regular
But I still crossed the line like I'm blind, damn
Voices in my head saying I could do better
(You always do the same shit)


Prompt: Write a song about someone's struggle with the temptation to give in to their vices one last time, despite their better judgment and the warnings from their parents.

Response:
This was supposed to be the last time, last hit
Last call, last feel, last trip, last run
That's what I always tell myself, huh, damn
This was supposed to be the last one, last two
Last flip, last you, last me, last night
Doing every single thing my parents warned me 'bout
(You're a fucking disappointment) 'Til I wore 'em out, shit


Prompt: The internal struggle of self-doubt and the cycle of repeating past mistakes, despite being aware of their consequences.

Response:
Voices in my head saying I could do better
(Voices in my head saying that I could do better)
Voices in my head saying that I knew better
(Yeah, you know what's about to go down)
I done seen this shit happen a hundred times on the regular
But I still, fuck
(That's your problem, you don't listen!)
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Prompt: A song that encourages listeners to stay focused on their goals and avoid distractions, using repetition and a strong, assertive tone.

Response:
Stick to the plan, stick to the plan
Stick to the plan, bitch quit playing
Stick to the, plan, to the plan
Stick to the plan, bitch quit playing
Stick to the, plan


Prompt: Create a song with lyrics about staying focused and not letting others see your emotions, while emphasizing the importance of following a plan and being selective in who you let into your life.

Response:
Stay focused
Don't let these niggas see your emotions
Stick to the notion, stay in motion
Remember soon as you stand still
So will everything else you notice
Make sure all your inner actions end with actions
If you stacking fronting and back in
Subtract if it isn't adding
Plus who hurt you don't let back in
Plan it out, yeah, tit for tat it
Extra pussy get distracted
Put that into what's worth having (boy)
Stick to the plan, stick to the plan
Stick to the plan, bitch quit playing
Stick to the, plan, to the plan
Stick to the plan, bitch quit playing
Stick to the, plan


Prompt: In a song about living life to the fullest and achieving success, how does the artist celebrate their newfound fame by partying and enjoying the finer things in life, despite potential consequences?

Response:
Do or die, nigga
I'mma keep poppin' this Champagne
Don't worry about shit
Finally famous, nigga


Prompt: A person ponders their spiritual journey and questions their connection to the divine, wondering if they've already experienced a profound revelation or transformation. They reflect on their own growth and potential for transcendence, as well as the depths of their internal struggles and self-discovery.

Response:
Man, I look up to God, I wonder if I fell from the sky
Would I hit the ground or will I learn how to fly?
I'm pretty sure you see it in my eyes
Sometimes I wonder if I already died
That shit get deep, deep, deep
Man, I swear to God that shit just get so deep, deep, deep, deep


Prompt: A person is unsure about their current situation, not knowing what to make of it, and finds humor in how things have unfolded. They acknowledge the unexpected twist in their life and imply that they're ready for whatever comes next.

Response:
I am ready right now
Uh huh
I look up I don't even know no more
I think it's funny how it go down
I don't even know no more, official shit


Prompt: A person is feeling overwhelmed by their job and their relationship with a girl, and they are trying to understand the complexities of love and success.

Response:
I'm hangin' halfway off the balcony
Overthinkin' 'cause my job is way more than a salary
Everything around me gold like I just practiced alchemy
I realized when it comes to girls
That chemistry means way more than anatomy
She mad at me, she been mad at me


Prompt: Write a song about feeling overwhelmed at work, the importance of chemistry in relationships, and being on the receiving end of a frustrated partner's anger.

Response:
I'm hangin' halfway off the balcony
Overthinkin' 'cause my job is way more than a salary
Everything around me gold like I just practiced alchemy
I realized when it comes to girls
That chemistry means way more than anatomy
She mad at me, she been mad at me
She been mad


Prompt: Create a short prompt that could have been used to inspire a conversation between two friends about answering a phone call from a third person.

Response:
Elder Big Sean: I think you should answer...
Man: Yo, yo your mom callin' you
Big Sean: Um, I'ma call her back
Man: You sure dawg? She keep callin'
Big Sean: Yeah for sure, for sure, bruh, I'ma call her back


Prompt: You strolled into the room, and everyone noticed - the new girl in town who's known for her charm and appeal

Response:
Oh! Oh!
You are just what the doctor ordered
Ooh, look at there!
I heard you was a pleaser, and baby - oh shit!


Prompt: A man is trying to protect his mother from some kind of harmful situation or person.

Response:
Man, not my mama; man, not my mama
Man, not my mama; quit messin with my mama


Prompt: A song that describes the intense relationship between two people who enjoy spending time together and frequently make fun of someone else's relationship with the person they are close with.

Response:
I love me some of yo mama, (oh!) true that (true that)
Don't call me daddy, only she can do that
Ok, me and yo mama be fuckin (yup)
Boy you don't know nothin' about that
You seen her lookin all mad (mad) ain't it time for ya nap?
You wake up, I'm back (back) eating up all your snacks (hah)
Don't ask for help with your math (stupid)
Ain't my fault, you can't add
Don't be out here fake crying, lying (boi)
Up in the keyhole straight spying
Only knock the door if you're dying
I wish I could stay in here forever (I love it)
You the only reason me and your mama ain't together (lil bitch)
She's so much better than my old bitch
Man, I love that old bitch, I do
Oh! This feels so nice, oh shit!
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No stress, no drama
Her kids hatin, they know I fucked their mama


Prompt: A protective son expressing his love for his mother and warning others not to bother her.

Response:
Man not my mama (I love ya mama)
Man not my mama (I love ya mama)
Man not my mama (I love ya mama, yup)
Quit messin with my mama
Man not my mama (I love ya mama)
Man not my mama (I love ya mama)
Man not my mama (I love ya mama)
Quit messin with my mama


Prompt: A protective son or daughter is warning someone to not mess with their mother, while simultaneously expressing their love for her.

Response:
Man not my mama (I love ya mama)
Man not my mama (I love ya mama)
Man not my mama (I love ya mama, yup)
Quit messin with my mama
Man not my mama (I love ya mama)
Man not my mama (I love ya mama)
Man not my mama (I love ya mama)
Quit messin with my mama


Prompt: In a relationship where one person is unemployed and dependent on welfare, they find themselves relying on another person for support. As they discuss their situation, they begin to engage in a raunchy and explicit conversation about their desires and fantasies. The song's lyrics should reflect this provocative and daring conversation, filled with double entendres and playful banter.

Response:
I got my welfare check, smokin on that crack
Hell yeah I'm unemployed, baby daddy down my back
Now what you got for me Sean? I heard it's big and it's long
I take my teeth out, suck it good, this where your dick belong
Y-Y-Yeeeaah, do it like dat daddy
Pump pump bump bump it in my ass-matic
You ain't tell me you was big-boned
(Mom, I'm hungry) Shut your mouth, you little bastards go on
(All this ass is for you Seany.. can I call you Seany?)
Sl-Sl-Sl-Sl-Slap me in my face with it, get a crack valve with that bass in it
If I got weed then I'm lacing it, eat all this ass, quit tasting it nigga
Man not my mama, man not my mama
Man not my mama, quit messin with my mama
Man not my mama, man not my mama
Man not my mama; quit messin with my mama


Prompt:
You know how them streets is, that's how we ballin' (streets)
And I'm about to get turnt, let's do this shit (turnt)
My ride got that hustle, this bitch got some ice (ride)
I'm in that mansion, and it's all mine (mansion)
Made it all from the game, I'm ballin' like a pro (game)
That groupie is my head doctor, she's the real MVP (groupie)
My pockets got that green, I

Response:
High as a motherfucker (trippy)
Fuckin' e'rybody mama...
I got yo mama all in my line (line), bullets all in my 9 (9)
Rollie tell the time, she ain't yours, she ain't mine
Throw a hundred every time, I think my coupe just lost its mind (mind)
Put yo mama on that trippy shit, sippin lean, snorting lines (she high)
Overseas like "bonjour", last ten years I've been on tour
And I still got that old money, I touch more green than a lawnmower
With a ratchet bitch (bitch), you laid up (stupid ass)
I'm on my tour bus fucking mamas getting paid up
I take that bitch to my mansion (mansion) and a nigga can't pay her to leave (leave)
Yo mama a great head doctor (groupie), with no PhD (groupie)
My pockets stuffed with dough, I made it all in the streets
I might just go to the club, and throw it all on a freak
Yo mama, ratchet ass bitch


Prompt: Imagine a scenario where the singer is trying to convince someone to join them in a long-lasting adventure or journey, with the added emphasis on preparing themselves for the potentially challenging experience.

Response:
Baby, oooooh, can you feel what I feel? OH shit!
I hope you brought your boots and shoes, cuz motherfucker
I'm gonna be here a while


Prompt: A confident individual expressing their unwillingness to give up their swagger and cool.

Response:
Yeah
You know a nigga don't really wanna take his cool off, uh
(Boy, do it!) I'll express this, though


Prompt: Describe the sensual atmosphere created during a romantic encounter, using music and wine as key elements.

Response:
She call me early in the morning (Early, morning)
When she’s all alone (When she’s all alone)
I'ma take my time (Yeah)
Do it how we want (Uh-huh, do it how we want it)
Just to set the mood, girl
I brought some Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay


Prompt: A song about someone urging others to stop and listen to their message, using the phrase "hold up" repeatedly to emphasize the importance of their words.

Response:
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, yeah


Prompt: Create a song about appreciating the hard work and contributions of 65 individuals, incorporating catchy lyrics and a lively melody.

Response:
Whoohohohohohohoho
Whoohohohohohohoho
I feel like, I feel like, I feel like
(Yeah)


Prompt: A song that discusses the complexities and challenges of relationships, particularly the different dynamics and behaviors women may display.

Response:
Now I be fuckin' with these bitches like they hypo-allergenic
Women are from Venus, caught in love playing tennis
Some girls are the Lebron James of playing mind games
And switch their home team up every single time their mind change


Prompt: A song that celebrates the complexities and challenges of modern dating, particularly with the rise of social media and changing expectations.

Response:
Now I be fuckin' with these bitches like they hypo-allergenic
Women are from Venus, caught in love playing tennis
Some hoes are the Lebron James of playing mind games
And switch their home team up every single time their mind change


Prompt: A song about a person who returns to a past relationship but still struggles to trust due to past deceit and betrayal, while also expressing the feeling of losing something important due to the actions of the other person.

Response:
All that shit you told me, I believed
The smile on your face the only thing I can't read
Left and now you back inside my life
It's gon' take more than that to set it right though
Cause, you so, fuckin', outta, line
For ever, letting, them taste what's mine
Taste what's mine, taste what's mine
You so, fuckin', outta, line


Prompt: A person expressing frustration with a friend who keeps making mistakes and causing them emotional pain.

Response:
My friends say I should be over you
Getting hurt every time I'm close to you
I think me and you are overdue
I think this is what we supposed to do
Cause, you so, fuckin', outta, line
Forever, letting, them taste what's mine
Taste what's mine, taste what's mine
You so, fuckin', outta, line


Prompt: Rap about a friend's potential encounter with some trouble, then transition to personal opinions about new relationships and lifestyle choices, and end with a thought-provoking question about a relevant news topic.

Response:
Nigga, you know what's about to go down when you walk out that door
Man, I hope these niggas not out here man, fuck
Big Sean, boy, swerve
I don't...with you
Ok, we see you
New girl, new car
Lamborghini Mercy, ok we feel it
Ayy, is this the- is this like the real thing this time with this one?
Or is this another one of those flings?
Like, you gonna bring her home to mom
Does mom know about this one?We know you're close with your mom
What you say about animal cruelty?
Like do you think they should have shot Harambe or like what?
I mean do you think he was going to maul the kid?
We seen you in the furs man, don't lie


Prompt: In a song about the antics of some ladies in a laboratory, they engage in some questionable research practices, claiming the hair found in the sink didn't belong to them.

Response:
Ah-huh
Ah-huh
Whoa
These hoes be doin' research
I swear, she like:
"This piece of hair off in the sink ain't come from me first, no, no"


Prompt: A song about the complexities of a relationship, with themes of betrayal, misunderstandings, and the struggle to maintain trust and integrity.

Response:
The way you stressin' got me blowin' indo outdoor
Every time you intro that's my cue to outro
And I know all my niggas call you crazy, you just misunderstood, though
Through all the evil in your eyes swear I can still see the good, though
But you unlockin' my cell like you is a cop, how you decode
All my V-mails, G-mails even P.O. boxes got me P.O.’d
You saw my emails with CeCe when you wasn't CC'd
I'm on my way to halfway, my baby, I need you to meet me (straight up)
You, you talkin' 'bout I had the key to your heart
Then I got my first European, you took that key then you keyed it
What type of shit do we be in? Blowin' up TNT'n'
Hella drama, TMZ'n, bitch, I'm leavin' then she switched the shit like


Prompt: Imagine a situation where someone is questioning their partner about being open and honest in their relationship, while reminiscing about a time when their partner seemed more forthcoming with their feelings and thoughts.

Response:
What you got to hide, hide, hide, hide? (uh-huh)
Lying next to me at night, night, night, night (uh-huh)
You text me all the time, time, time, time (whoa)
See, I know what you like, like I did the last time (whoa)
Do you remember?
Do you remember?
Do you remember?
When you had nothing to hide, hide, hide, hide?


Prompt: A woman's suspicions grow as she catches her man hanging around too long, leading her to investigate and find evidence of his potential infidelity.

Response:
Watch out, these ho's be doin' research
I swear, she like:
"This piece of hair off in the sink ain't come from me first, no, no"
I swear (God)
You hang around too goddamn long, it's like you need work
Do ya, do ya, do ya got a job, I mean, for real
I swear (oh God)
Man, these ho's be doin' research, doin' research
Watch out, these girls be doin' research