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girlfriends me and you plus her thats three,
I know yo pill kickin in i can tell by the way you lookin at me,
Shake that big ol round caramel brown sexy ass,
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
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Took a flight out to ctlanta because I can't take that far a drive
Mix the turbulence with the height and it match perfect with my high
They ask how
baby pour it in neat
Turn it up DJ, drop in that beat
And mix it up
Just got my money, I came to turn up
No need to act funny, you already know
Matter fact, no, I take that back
See I don't play with real legends
Of rap like you do and I'm crucial
Concealed by real Crips and Soowoos
And they shoot
time
Waiting by the radio
Record and rewind
Record and rewind.. ahhhh
The DJ talked on the song
I hope he's quiet next time
Good times
I got memories
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
But your whole crew should be wearing Kotex
I'ma get by and I'ma get high
Thirteen five I'ma let my birds fly
Everybody knows that my back is not dry
But your whole crew should be wearing Kotex
I'ma get by and I'ma get high
Thirteen five I'ma let my birds fly
Everybody knows that my back is not dry
on sight, flashing lights I came by and I made the game highlight
In the back with this bitch And you know that I hit I
Came back in the mix and she came
never do anything that good
CHARLIE RECORDS
What the fuck, I hate this laughs I fully
I fully can't take this
He's a legend
And him taking cues from we
slick
You find something then you hide it with a drum chick
Takin' apart every rap that's on the charts
Mix there with yours, spin it back it ain't
got it drowning out the radio
I've been waiting so long for you to come along and have some fun
Well I gotta let you know
No you're never gonna
got it drowning out the radio
I've been waiting so long for you to come along and have some fun
Well I gotta let you know
No you're never gonna
fresh like always no sweat
It's time to jump back in the mix
And get on it, now is the time
Too Short baby's gonna spit that rhyme
I sell records
to spray for respect
I learned from the best used to stay in the "jects"
Bought work from the vets burning rubber in the vets
This as good as it gets used
man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
Is this the new national anthem
(How many times has that ever happened to you?)
the States but to the south
Miami was cool for a week
But now I'm out
Letting my guard down
I kick my feet up in Sao Paolo
Hypnotized by the bunda
Oi mami
coming out the blue, been at this before you knew
Motivated that’s the truth, all I’ve ever done was lose
Do this for the family too, things is getting
racist
Settin' us up for failure
Made us rebellious
Judge slammin' that hammer and nailed us
We was sheltered by Section 8
'Member nights when niggas
for my head cuz it's lucky
Not that I need it
I'll take it or I'll leave it
Either way I go and get bread like ducky
Hold up it's no carbs week
hard for me not to get down
Never put my head up I'm always looking down
I don't want some of you to see me down
Depression and heartbreak not a good mix
hated how the color look
Yellow in my color book
Mix it up with the red
At least thats how I remember when I seen a nigga dead
Grabbing for the air
so that puts you in the mix up
But I'm gunnin' for your heart, so tell that nigga it's a stick up
I called your phone, baby, pick up It's more than
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