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Same Ole Love (365 Days a Year) (Anita Baker) · Sweet Love: The Very Best of Anita Baker (Anita Baker) · A Soul Piano Tribute to Anita Baker (Larry Hubbard) · The Best of Anita Baker (Anita Baker) · Ole Ole Song Of The Game (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Olé Olé: The Party (DJ Bobo) · Made In Medina/Olé Olé (Rachid Taha) · Olé Olé: The Party (DJ Bobo) · Made In Medina/Olé Olé (Rachid Taha) · Ole Ole Song Of The Game (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


She putting her mouth on everybody dick 

Hey yo Jackie, finest little thing in 12th grade 

Jazzy haircut, Anita Baker fade 

But I couldn't get
Watchin' mob flicks, clappin' at imaginary targets
Adolescents up in Spofford, facing hardship
Newborns grew up on Anita Baker songs
In the 'hood, wonderin'
[Kane and Able]
For Sho' 

[Snoop]
1505 come get at me 

[Kane and Able]
Kewl I'm in 

[Snoop Doggy Dogg] 
365 days in one year dog, and about
used to dream what it'd be like to be tall
And then a few years later Vance came in one day
And told me and his mama that he had to go away
To be
trying, I'm trying, I'm trying
I'm so confuse cause I really want you to stay, 
But if you do we'll be right 
Back here at the same ole place.

I love
days, don't ever judge a book by a page
That could be a cover up if you ain't looking that way
But what can I say, everything happens for a reason
Time
night
Woke up the next mornin, niggas had stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never
up the next mornin, niggas had stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back
me dead they think I'm the nigga
that put they partner 6 feet under and left his son with no father figure
I live day by day not giving a fuck and when
night
Woke up the next mornin, niggas had stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never
sweat even when they're not

I don't know if you've ever heard rain on a tin roof or not
But it's kinda tailor made for love
And day I was in the house
night
Woke up the next mornin, niggas had stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never
shining when I stepped out the door (door!)
I thought I had enough but James Toney gimme some more (more!)
And the same damn day I went to the Bentley lot
Emmitt had me shining when I stepped out the door (door!)
I thought I had enough but James Toney gimme some more (more!)
And the same damn day I went