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to reality by a toot of a horn
Smoke everywhere, oh just what we needed
On the way to shop my demo, and the car overheated
Feelin real low, low enough to die
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground

Inch by inch, row by row
Please bless
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground

Inch by inch, row by row
Please bless
And they came to the river 
And they came from the road 
And he wanted the sun 
Just to call his own 

And they walked on the dirt 
And they
Sittin' at a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant
She was satrin' at her coffee cup
He was tryin' to keep his courage up
By applyin' booze
Talk was
Sittin' in a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant
She was starin' at her coffee cup
He was tryin' to keep his courage up
By applyin' booze

And talk
to have to say so
You want me, but I don't want know
You can be what you wanted to be. (x6)
[CHORUS]
R.S.V.P. (x8)
Your invitation!
always be a problem to his poor and puzzled mother
And he?ll always be another one of us

He said he wanted heaven but prayin? was too slow
So he bought
like Flo Jo
I wanted to figure out
Just how low could your ho go
The beat hit like Beat Street
Krush Groove and Breaking
Never baking, rebuking
like Flo Jo
I wanted to figure out, just how low could yo' hoe go
The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush Groove and Breakin
Never bakin, rebukin Satan,
Crenshaw
It was nineteen hundred and eighty three
I knew exactly what the Fuck I wanted to be
A low rider bass provider drop down like a spider
Spy the hood
THE HUM

						Words and Music by Margo Guryan

The heat is down and the lights are low
The East is buried in an icy snow
The West is following
to say so
You want me, but I don't want know

You can be what you wanted to be. (x6)

[CHORUS]

R.S.V.P. (x8)
Your invitation!
be talkin' loud and holdin' his dick
Talkin' shit he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick she
be talkin' loud and holdin' his dick
Talkin' shit he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick she
[Snoop Dogg (Master P)]
Hey yo (Ghetto Postage)
Give me something that makes a nigga want to pop his motherfuckin' collar
(With a lil' West Coast
him by
And the things that he never owned
Everyone has and he has not
So he lives in a world of his own

He cries, he lies
He's cool, he's kind
He heads
And they came to the river
And they came from the road
And he wanted the sun 
Just to call his own
And they walked on the dirt
And they walked
He was a desperate man
They couldn't understand
He wanted more from life
It was his one device

Yeah, he fell tried and hung
When the lights
Performed by adam sandler and jon

Contributed by chris durkin

Adam: and the now the excited southerner orders a meal at his favorite
Diner.
Freak of nature, with jaw dropping skill
From the low rhythmic bass lines to the harmonic fills
New Age Funk on acoustic guitar
Always wanted
yourself why is he so low key?
Why is n****z pimpin' when the game chose me
I elect myself as presidential M.C.
I elect myself as presidential M.C.

P
we puts it down 

K-9 and P-see from East to North town 

We be bound by honor, or whoever wants to step 

So either ya keep on steppin or we
and kept a stack on him
Pulled over one night and his man stashed cracks on him
See he was wanted and his fam started flipping on him
His mind was haunted
For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick
Talking shit, he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick