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Hope I Don't Go Back

E-40

The Source Presents: Hip Hop Hits, Vol. 2 [Clean]

1998

basketball
In the backyard on a forty by sixty-three foot long sports court (what?)

Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo (ha)
Slangin' yayo (slangin'

to heat up, you gon' need a fan or you must need a tan
This that Usain 100 meter man, I'm the leader man
This that champagne by the liter man, yellin' We

helps you get out of that dark space the most"
What helps me is by telling myself "I'm gonna get out of this when it's time"
But specifically, telling

ATF

DMX

It's Dark and Hell Is Hot

Carlos
Two houses over by the tall black fence
I keep the hooptie parked for situations like this
There go Grease, "Yo, get in! You drive"
"What the fuck

I'm way too high don't plan on coming down no no no
I do not step bitch I stomp stomp stomp
Foot on they neck nigga why not not not
I'm way too high

I swim in the tides
I shoot some hoops
But I get so bored
I swear all my friends
They shut the door
I work this summer
Imma make this money
She don't

the fake and there's the real and you ain't foolin' me, nigga
Lotta money to be made out here, just who gonna get it?
In a class of my own, I don't see no

Go Stassi Go Stassi Go
Beat up the beat then I walk out the door
Bring in the heat cuz my blingy so cold
Block out the beef it don’t go with the glow

you've already got one foot out the door
Somewhere in another world
What are you waiting for
I've been closing off and shutting you out
I'm building

foot goes halfway to death on a pathway to dust 
Time made scabs out of blood 
Made me to the man that I thought that I was 
In a world full of fuck 
No

Ill be back Ill see you soon
I need to get high
Get high to get by
Smoking one to the sky
And dont ask me why
Either smoke or goodbye
goodbye
Sativia

right beside 'em
I'm S5, fifth drivin' out the sunroof
Clique flyin' while my niggas stick-shift
And try and switch irons he was trippin'
Gear shift

at my folks like
Oh
Wait
Like I'm on a roll like
Oh
Wait
Foot down from the go like
All time gas in my go time pack
Breakin down earth by hand like toph

Stuck inside, grab a pen, get the paper out
Stuck inside, find a beat, get the speaker loud
My absent mind, going door to door, like I

a girl, but if I get a bitch coming round I'll kick her out my house now
(Check, check!)
Kicked that bitch out the crib, cus she been acting up
About a mile

Niggas know
Gang shit nigga
1-800 Nas Block Bitch, Crack Street Shit
Im still out here wit the gang
We tooled up, jeweled up
You already know we

much that I can't take
I got scars on my skin
Like my Chevy has dents
Gettin' covered in mud every damn weekend
I'm ten foot tall and American made

I'm proud of what I made but have this feeling I need more
I was chained down to floor now I'm bustin' out the door
Unchained is a symbol I'm becoming

what’s mine
I fucking earned it 
Yo these rappers really talking out 
They ass like Kermit 
Lesson from the hermit
Look in first before you try the door 
I

foot in the door
They watching me close
They know I'm too much a competitor
Choppa chop ya up don't want to have to edit ya
Shawty devilish but she say

Steady taken off a load
Like I live a life of cold
Trynna take me out the zone
Just leave me alone, and get out my phone
Gotta make it to my goals
Weighing

you're always there sticking your foot in
I don't need you anymore
I don't need you, I don't need you
You better walk right out that door
Because I don't

I Said My Pajamas (And I Put on My Prayers)

Doris Day

The Early Hits of Doris Day

2002

hair.
I just couldn't tell my left foot from my right,
and all because you kissed me (Kiss) goodnight.

By evening I felt normal, so we went out

I Said My Pajamas (And Put on My Pray'rs)

Doris Day

Happy Hits: 1949-1957

2002

hair.
I just couldn't tell my left foot from my right,
and all because you kissed me (Kiss) goodnight.

By evening I felt normal, so we went out