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By jim carroll and steve linsley

You're passing,
I hear your shadow through the door
It's outlined on my shade
Like a map of some foreign shore
If I
You're the son of that Indian scum
If you value your hide then you better abide 
By the white man's rules here in Cherokee Bend. 

Daddy didn't like
the front doors are bolted
Ain’t this ol’ world takin’ hate and fear just a little too far

Let's talk about the good times, let's talk about the good times
I
takin' hate and fear just a little too far

Oh you talk about the good times, 
Talk about the good times
I wish I could go back to the days I'm speakin
his face he had death on his mind
He stood by the room and the door was cranked
Then he took off his shirt, and then we both stepped back
Jim kicked
Yea-uh, here we go here we go here we go
Talk about that Word of Mouf baby
Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh yeuh! Here we go, here we go
Ludacris, 4-Ize, D.E.
thought that I could care so much
         hoped that you would stay so much
         and never slide away............

would you talk to me again
if I
seem to travel fast
When you on the mask, and all about'cha cash
All my niggaz in the ?, gangsta talk
And all my homies sippin Hen', gangsta talk
If
seem to travel fast
When you on the mask, and all about'cha cash
All my niggaz in the ?, gangsta talk
And all my homies sippin Hen', gangsta talk
If
games
Or when I feel things
Before I know the feelings
How am I supposed to operate
If I'm just tossed around by fate?
Like on an unexpected date?
could go head up and I'll fold 'em up slow
There's a gangsta loose, callin' all cars
Just left the house in some blue Allstars

Passin' by on them
You can cry by my window
You can crawl on the floor
You can scream if you want to
But I won't unlock the door

You can sleep in bus shelters
have we met before?

It might have been way back in Nagasaki
Where women wicky wacky 'round your door
I seem to recognise
The light that's shinin'
in there, hello"

Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more
She sits and stares through the back door screen
And all the news just repeats itself
There 
Hello 

Me and Loretta we don't talk much more
She sits and stares through the back door screen 
And all the news just repeats itself 
Like
was wax so he could scream and still relax
Unbelievable
And we frightened the small children away
And our talk was old and dust would flow
Through our
He was thinking back when he was a kid
His folks were divorced
His old man high on something
Came knocking at the door
His mama wouldn't talk to him
Now lightning strikes in old New York
It may be dark but I want to talk
It might rain, it might snow
Too many things I got to know
If this is
have we met before?

It might have been way back in Nagasaki
Where women wicky wacky 'round your door
I seem to recognise
The light that's shinin'
really need you, so

Let's talk about you and me
Let's talk about tonight, baby
Let's talk about all the good things that could happen if you leave with me
really need you, so

Let's talk about you and me
Let's talk about tonight, baby
Let's talk about all the good things that could happen if you leave with me
do it my way
Hush baby, don't talk so much
Just wanna feel ya touch
Everything will be OK
If you do it my way (my way, my way)
Hush baby

You
a lunatic
On some absurd shit
You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger
Niggas who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker
Stick
At first I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking how could I never live without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights just thinking
spot
Feed you an aphrodisiac just to get you hot
Drive-by movies, by a cemetary
If my corpse could talk then I would tell you I was sorry
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