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These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize
D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby be, Pakelika
The bakers man, bake me a cake
Upstate Schenectady, 

Tamika answered the door 

It was the last person she expected to be 

They just stared 

He said you love me for me? 

You
muh'fucker at
Everywhere we have on repeat
The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street
Part of there where dude by the Duvall
Man the fuck up, perservere
[Luda]
Ow! Track-stars woo...hey... DTP
Let's Go
[Chorus: Bobby v]
She's dangerous,(Uh huh) super. (OK)
Better watch out she'll take ya cash.
Don't be aroused, by my confession
Unless you don't give a good Goddamn about redemption
I know Christ is comin', so am I
And you would too if
be	 at the helm
High at the Oregon House
Bobby be	, Saint Vicious, D-Loc and I'm Daddy X
Saying work hard, play hard, and stay hard
Oh and a one more
the sickly?
Forgive me
Good people, I gotta let them know before they pick me

I tell 'em (I'm not a saint,) no, (oh my Lord)
I'm crying out
I'm crying out
I
haha)
(By the end of the night, you goin' be mine)
(Luda! And Valentin' the dream)

[Bobby Valentino (Ludacris)]
Don't leave your girl round me
sucked, when I pull out the Bent'
These hoes jockin me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe! Like Bobby Brown and Whitney

Life is a game
or basketball
Everybody gotta jersey on, thinkin' they be murdering songs
Same hoes that put burberry on
You only learn when your hustle is wrong, you stepped
or basketball
Everybody gotta jersey on, thinkin' they be murdering songs
Same hoes that put burberry on
You only learn when your hustle is wrong, you stepped
or basketball
Everybody gotta jersey on, thinkin' they be murdering songs
Same hoes that put burberry on
You only learn when your hustle is wrong, you stepped
that
Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny
She's got a black eye this morning, `Jen how'd ya get it?'
She says, `Last night, Bobby got
phone. 
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on point
Call up the krew, hook it up. Lata." 
I hung up with X and gave
Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny
She's got a black eye this morning, `Jen how'd ya get it
She says, `Last night, Bobby got a little
that
Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny
She's got a black eye this morning, `Jen how'd ya get it?'
She says, `Last night, Bobby got
Well I call my boy X on the shower phone
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on wait
Call up the krew, hook it up.
She my tenderoni 
My sweet sexy girl 
(ma tendoroni let me show you how am gonna love girl tonight) 

[Chorus]
My heart belongs to tenderoni
yo bitch nigga she know
Nigga know my stylo, swagg on GO
Shittin on yo pride nigga pissin on yo ego
We be Pissin on yo ego, pissin on yo ego
her do the things she's never done
Feeling like Phil when I make the play
Everything will be a-okay

Now I think about man as long as I keep doing
me
Another girl, you're tricking me
I gotta go 'cause I thought that you were my, baby

Oh, Bobby, why do you treat me so bad?
You know I love you

But
a prized
Fighta eyes light up wen I glide by the
Thighs try the size why the cries cause
I be the pied piper wider tighter I like her
Pride diver pride
It's time for 'Real Talk' with Bobby be	
Attention young ladies, attention young ladies
Man homeboy's over here in the garage with 4 1000's
Powder
Yeah! Pussies don't get pussy
Brooklyn (uh-huh)

Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil' bitch
Be up in all them clubs spillin Dom P and shit
these bad bitches, all this free liquor
Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be your wife
She lookin for a nigga that's ballin so tonite