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on pout with the 5th on lean
Trill dvd playin' on my screen sittin' on cream 
man you know what I mean

[Chorus]
Now if I catch you at the light (i
bullets they be poppin' off at us, shit
But yet we always romance the street
And fall in love with the hood 'til somebody come blast the heat
Always up
definition of success,
Throwing money cause I can and I love it,
From nothing, to something
You know us we the Usual Suspects,
You no the boys on the block
Trill Dvd Playin On My Screen Sittin On Cream Man You Know What I Mean

[Chorus:]
Now If I Catch You At The Light (I Swang On Em Swang On Em)
Dat Candy
One Night I prayed to God
I asked could he please remove the enemies from my life
And before you know it I started losing friends

Somebody who
seems I been shot by cupid 
Am I gonna stop, think not that's stupid cuz . . .

ooooh 
Im in love 
Im in love 
Im in love 
Im in love with you
love our music slowed down by screw

[Lil' Flip]
Down south lil flip wreckin all these boys
Major labels don't even wanna call these boys

[Lil' Flip]
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans, ya
in this room
Wait, what?
Nigga, it's somebody in this room!)
I hit the back window in search of any Nintendo
DVDs, plasma screen TVs in the trunk
the family, Slick Rick's a friend of me
and Doug E. Fresh, Stet', KRS and Public Enemy
Blase blah, you know who you are
The red black and green, the sun moon
to Rick's bakery can I help,
Wait a minute, aren't you the famous Rock?

Yeah, The Rock, the People's Champ in the house
What's happenin Slick? 

Oh my
the street
And fall in love with the hood 'til somebody come blast the heat
Always up to no good, so all of my fam could eat
See in the hood we hungry, hey
write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'
write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'
the street
And fall in love with the hood 'til somebody come blast the heat
Always up to no good, so all of my fam could eat
See in the hood we hungry, hey
nobody till somebody love you
I say you ain't nobody til they speaking highly of you
And what I'm sure you wouldn't want is any kind of trouble
Unless you
gon' sweat her
Rick Flare, I stay jumpin' off the dresser
Betcha ass ain't never felt better
Ain't never met a nigga make ya azz more wetter

I like it
somebody else bitch
And I hear voices sayin', "YoU cAn HaVe ThAt TrIcK."
Hallucinatin', trippin' - freakin' out
Passin' out on the floor and I'm speakin'
Insane In The Brain
Rick James In The Veins
Real Niggas Never Change
And Though We Homies And We No Longer Hang
You Know You Know Me And That Love
Listen!

If you listen to this its evident you trying to figure out if I'm dude
Or maybe somebody told you I'm that dude
Or maybe you one
don't know, we'll never fuckin' meet
I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so depressed
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so posessed
This
don't know, we'll never fuckin' meet
I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so depressed
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so posessed
This
to pumpin' iron, and flex some real muscle
Up in this bitch due, my click is Rick Rude
And I ain't got the ivory, this ain't the flick, dude

Somebody told me,