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guarded by police
Me tek ten thousand chariots just fi reach

Well, mi see she blush then she bawl good grief
Gwan Jr. Gong you is living masterpiece
Well,
is cryin'

You know if I can sing pop tunes like
Frank Sinatra or Sammy Davis Jr.
I don't think I still could do it
Cause Lucille don't wanna play
stare's like a ray gun
As we walked by everything and
I wished there's something I could do for her

May be If I
Took a little time to talk
Then she'd heal
fantasies with Roy Jones Jr. (what)
Girlfriend or wife, ya better hold on to her (uh)
A man's gotta do what he's got to do
She's in my hotel room - why she
serious shit, I pray for change
Eventually it came, like rays of light after days of rain
She turned her life around, walked away never to return
Still
[Intro:]
Yeah, On behalf of Chamillitary Entertainment
I'd like to extent my deepest apologies
To anyone who feels they are offended by
of light after days of rain
She turned her life around, walked away never to return
Still tempted by the fire, just tired of being burned

[Chorus x 2]
She's
Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
It was more than soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter,
a centerfold,
Soaking wet, but still in her clothes
She said " I'm sure glad you came along," 
" My Mercedes is sick and I'll  need a ride home "

I found 
Heaven
white people with black kids
Scarier than black people with ideas
Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I want to dig my way to hell
I want to dig my way to hell

I'm getting by with
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I want to dig my way to hell
I want to dig my way to hell

I'm getting by with
ballcap
These broke niggas don’t like me, cause they say I think I’m all that
Now come cop that ‘rarri, I don’t need to feel sorry
Niggas claiming my
checkin the cabinets 
Body parts we baggin, we ain't comin for the crack 
We come to crack backs and ? over niggaz hair dew 
Spit rays, pop off see's
because that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica guy (*gunshots fired*)
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
All
still a little girl
I need my family too much to lose them for him
but I need him by my side also, I'll have his baby someday
he's the only one I see in
the jerk
Burgers in a shank
If she think she worth what she work she need a break
Pissing off the city with a silly cigarette on my BMX
With my Rollie
wanna rolling, I’m like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine so
Why you hating on me, huh, I’m just living my life

I’m
candles for niggaz
Breathin revelence, grandmothers fallen out and need the sedatives
Mom huggin the casket wishin that she raised a better kid

[Swizz
stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper

Permit, don’t need permission from a doctor
I been smokin’ since
Hundai's
My hands touched more bricks than Quamay's
Ice'll blind you
For real dog, believe me
Only feel comfortable around Ray Charles and Stevie
So
last week
She telling me about that time of the month and how it may not come
Dropped the phone right before she said I might have a son
And I started
First time I ever set eyes on you it was love at first sight
You was so young, your mom told me that she got a son, and you were the love of her