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I hope my Pony knows the way back home.

I walked from Natcher to Hushpukena.
I built a fire by the side of the road. 
I worked for nothin in
Ida Jane
I was full of wonder when I left Murfreesboro
Now I am full of hollow on Maxwell Street

And I hope my pony
I hope my pony
I hope my pony knows
it takes to make 'em gel
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostest on the ball

They would go to Elsa Maxwell
it takes to make 'em gel
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostest on the ball

They would go to Elsa Maxwell
it takes to make 'em gel
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostest on the ball

They would go to Elsa Maxwell
difference
Lames drippin' if it's day or night, I'ma bang with it
Situation's sickenin' niggas broke, and they can't fix it
Dough is all I know so if you
pony knows the way back home

I walked from Natchez
To Hushpakina
I built a fire by the side of the road
I worked for nothin'
In a Belzoni saw mill
One of these days
I hope it's soon
I'll see you smiling
The way you do
Walkin' on splinters
Somewhere unknown
It's getting better
That much I know
Maxwell]
Here comes the Puba and you know I won't fake it
Usually bust records on gettin butt naked
Made for the Benzi, drive a nigga skins he
pump
much time you got
Told you,"shouldn't run a lot"
Now look how much time you got

Take life on the streets- your own
Made by Grease beats- pure dog
the blind side, invisible
To the naked eye
Where them criminals
Better have your 8 essential vitamins and minerals
The wu is coming through you know
the next millennium
Tape one hit when i serve these fiends, stuff mo' potent than Bolivian
Welcome to the aftermath
Ah-yo crystal, what you got to say?
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
Maxwell]
Here comes the Puba and you know I won't fake it
Usually bust records on gettin butt naked
Made for the Benzi, drive a nigga skins he
pump
it's me you need to turn to
We'll get by
It's the heart that really matters in the end

Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders
it's me you need to turn to
We'll get by
It's the heart that really matters in the end

Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders
to me

How you look in the glow of evening
I have dreamed and enjoyed the view
In these dreams I've loved you so
That by now I think I know
What
to me

How you look in the glow of evening
I have dreamed and enjoyed the view
In these dreams I've loved you so
That by now I think I know
What
to me

How you look in the glow of evening
I have dreamed and enjoyed the view
In these dreams I've loved you so
That by now I think I know
What
to me

How you look in the glow of evening
I have dreamed and enjoyed the view
In these dreams I've loved you so
That by now I think I know
What
to me

How you look in the glow of evening
I have dreamed and enjoyed the view
In these dreams I've loved you so
That by now I think I know
What
brothers better move on
You brought your wack style, from Trader Horn
Grand Puba Maxwell, not on the Hollywood tip
Here comes a brother more than *2 Legit
to me

How you look in the glow of evening
I have dreamed and enjoyed the view
In these dreams I've loved you so
That by now I think I know
What