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A privative, named from Latin privare, "to deprive", is a particle that negates or inverts the value of the stem of the word. In Indo-European languages many privatives are prefixes; but they can also be suffixes, or more independent elements.
In English there are three primary privative prefixes, all cognate from PIE:
These all stem from a PIE syllabic nasal privative *n̥-, the zero ablaut grade of the negation *ne, i.e. "n" used as a vowel, as in some English pronunciations of "button". This is the source of the 'n' in 'an-' privative prefixed nouns deriving from the Greek, which had both. For this reason, it appears as an- before vowel, e.g. anorexia, anesthesia.
The same prefix appears in Sanskrit, also as a-, an-. In in Slavic languages the privative is nie- and u-, e.g. nieboga, ubogi. In North Germanic languages, the -n- has disappeared and Old Norse has ú- (e.g. ú-dáins-akr), Danish and Norwegian have u-, whereas Swedish uses o, and Icelandic uses the etymologically related ó.
Less (sometimes stylized as LESS) is a dynamic style sheet language that can be compiled into Cascading Style Sheets (CSS) and run on the client side or server side. Designed by Alexis Sellier, Less is influenced by Sass and has influenced the newer "SCSS" syntax of Sass, which adapted its CSS-like block formatting syntax. Less is open source. Its first version was written in Ruby; however, in the later versions, use of Ruby has been deprecated and replaced by JavaScript. The indented syntax of Less is a nested metalanguage, as valid CSS is valid Less code with the same semantics. Less provides the following mechanisms: variables, nesting, mixins, operators and functions; the main difference between Less and other CSS precompilers being that Less allows real-time compilation via less.js by the browser.
Less allows variables to be defined. Variables in Less are defined with an at sign (@). Variable assignment is done with a colon (:).
During translation, the values of the variables are inserted into the output CSS document.
[Intro: Corté Ellis]
Stuntin like a muh'fucker
I be I be I be, I be on that on that (Slaughterhouse!)
On that on that on that on that
[Crooked I (Corté):]
Yo, million dollar +Playboy+, bunny ears and all
The reason for the long ears, money hears it all
She say "I love you papa, " then I grab my chopper
Tell her pull over to box the lights, honey here's the mall
(Money on the floor) I tear it down wall-to-wall
If I'm not spendin Kobe paper at least I'm Pau Gasol
I spend to live lavish, I get to the cabbage
I'm sicker than average, I'll give your chick my stimulus package, uhh
[Corté Ellis:]
I got a lot of cars, got a lot of jewels
Spend a lot of money women say I act a fool
When I'm in the club, bottles in my hand
Stuntin like a (muh'fucker) watch me do my do my do my (dance)
Is this your girl? Cause homie if it is
Get her from my table cause you know what it is
I'm tryin to get her home, when she done with that Patrón
She don't pick up the phone, then you know what's goings on
She lookin at my watch, and not just for the time
Attracted to the shine, she attracted to the grind
I'm 'bout to make her mine, then get up in her mind
Then get up in her spine, man she better recognize I got
[Chorus x2: Corté Ellis]
(Got) Money on the floor (got) money on the floor
(Got) Money on the floor (got) money on the floor
(Got) Money on the floor (got) money on the floor
You get that girl? I get that girl; you get that girl? I get that girl
[Joe Budden]
Okay, uhh, get this paper, uhh
Look, look look; she told me she couldn't help it
So then it's a overload maybe somethin you gon' need help with
Like soon as we weld it (ohh)
Heated up, melt it (or) beat it up, welt it
When she scream that she never felt it I knew it's a job I well did
I ain't on no wealth shit but the V is like a stealth shit
(Or) Or aircraft, my share cash got her near fast
Way she wear that, I threw the dough in the air
Enough to keep you off that blow for a year, let's get it clear
Joey!
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Nickel (woo!)
Nickel-Nine I'm so ghetto, fo', metal
Walk around on money like I'm Akeem and them dollars is rose petals
And I keep that dough handy - that sweet smell of money
I sniff it, I get high, I call it nose candy
Mama take a flick – 20 thousand on me
Every G that's in my pocket separated by a paper clip
Every G that's with me separated by a AK clip
We 'bout that white, okay-K-K
Step back, my niggaz throwin
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Joell Ortiz:]
Uhh, first it starts in my pockets in thick rubber bands
Then it makes it's way to the bar next to my cup of Grand
Marnier, wish it would stay there but it can't parlay
When it sees a runway, it takes flight, and lands by they lingerie
Especially when they body's sweet like, crème brûlée
And that booty puts they thong away
I'm havin fun, all you haters can keep lookin
Matter fact, don't keep on lookin, I'm from Brooklyn
We gon' end up puttin money on the flo'
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Corté Ellis:]
Now what I'm 'posed to do, with all this money
Ridin in a spaceship, they look at me funny
Donald Trump money, that Bill Gates money
Warren Buffett money, can't take nuttin from me
Now what I'm 'posed to do, with all this money
Ridin in a spaceship, they look at me funny
Donald Trump money, that Bill Gates money