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first year of college was a success
But along came Billy possessed and obsessed
He took Annie on a fatal date
And showed her things that make
first year of college was a success
But along came Billy possessed and obsessed
He took Annie on a fatal date
And showed her things that make
shit
Nigga where you wanna go, you know the club don't close til four
Let's party til we can't no more, watch out here come the folks

[Andre 3000]
Nigga where you wanna go?
You know the club don't close 'til four
Let's party 'til we can't no more
Watch out here come the folks (Damn - oh lord)
the scene was staged
Awaiting the consequence, I don't believe in accidents

It's all too real, all these things we feel
As the years go by, things
'em
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico **

Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em in
to walk right outta my life
Leavin' me all by myself, all alone, to cry every night
(Babe, babe, babe, babe, oh)
Oh, I want you to come back home, yeah
where you wanna go?
You know the club don't close 'til four
Let's party 'til we can't no more
Watch out here come the folks (Damn - oh lord)

As the plot
untouched by the man
Songs we used to sing used to mean something
Now they just bland like the drummer
Where's the real drummer? Michael B.
Mint
untouched by the man
Songs we used to sing used to mean something
Now they just bland like the drummer
Where's the real drummer? Michael B.
Mint
Nigga where you wanna go?
You know the club don't close 'til four
Let's party 'til we can't no more
Watch out here come the folks (Damn - oh lord)
a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin "ooh" and I'm busted for real
a bucket of Crys'
I'm tellin you man... Life a funny thing
You ain't a dope by 'til yo ass got a gun and chain

[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] (ad-libbing)
If we don't shoot our wads 'til we look 'em in the eyes
So we held off our fire 'til we see them real well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns
a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin "ooh" and I'm busted for real
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
heat
In a frenzy coiling flush along the muscles beneath

Press on me, we are restless things
Webs of seaweed are swaddling
And you call upon
girlfriend around ya. 
No wonder she surround you. Look at you.
Your brown eyes pierce just like a knight, 
Make a fella think real hard about the rest
since I started rappin' I've been Ebony Chief
And if I took the Pepsi Challenge, I'd choose Dr. Brown
Yo Wise, let me hear that Stet Troop sound

Some
Call me the trigger man
Looki lookin' for the governor
Huh he ain't lovin' ya
But here to trouble ya
He's rubbin' ya wrong
Get the point come along
with the heat man
And we steppin' on a nigga feet man
80 pair of sneakers came from the D game
Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C thing
Brown bag
on
The goddamn rent
Neither party is mine not the
Jackass or the elephant
Twnety thousand nig niggy nigas in the corner
Of the cell block but they come
From
[Brown Boy:]
Girl, Right now I just feel like is not working out
So I think the best thing for me to do is to let you go

[Girl:]
If you love me you
on
The goddamn rent
Neither party is mine not the
Jackass or the elephant
Twenty thousand nig niggy nigas in the corner
Of the cell block but they come
From
by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down

Nigga I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?

Yeah
I'm posted in