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Ooh[00:04.36]O.T.B. shit[00:05.59]Old head told me, fuck your feelings, get this money[00:08.17]And run it up for the days you know you didn't
than a Friday night
It's eight o'clock, have a couple drinks before we leave
Making jokes about what we did last week
Everybody's feeling good because
like your watch keeps tickin
(KM.G) on my side, so that my knowledge keeps stickin
Now what's really known as a radio cut?
When you can's say (shit)
people
Got to enjoy our music
By hearin' us on the radio
We love you, we love you
Because you really understand
We love you, we love you a lot
How
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
I'm going worldwide to fuck your bitch
She's comin' on by to watch Lilo and Stitch
So at first chance, take off your pants
I got sweats for you
and my burden is light
I'm sure it was
Because when you corner people go to the corner store to get avocados
Oh yes I'm bringing in the fucking Avocados
guys
Voice 2: By the way, I'm sweet. I'm like a chocolatly sweet. Can i get you guys anything?
Voice 1: You can get me a lemon because I'm sour.
of a regeneration yet
The reason I'd spent so long in the closet
Was because I was pretending
That it was the Tardis
Through the distant crack of longwave radio
I'd
because
I'm ruthless I'm reckless
I eat this shit for breakfast
I got syrup on my pancakes
Now what did you
It's what you've always wanted
Now that I'm out
don’t feel what I’m saying
Man you get what I’m saying
They don’t love a nigga back home and that’s fine by me
Because I got 136 they standing right by me
soft music on the radio
And you got everything you need from the store
'Cause I'll be in for the evening
And I don't wanna come out no more
Whoa,
had keyed my moms car like 'remember my birthday you bastards'
'94 was the year I turned 7, my mommy ain't give me no presents
Because I was still being
How did you let me go
Yeah nigga 216
How did I lose control
Since 98, been holding a lotta hate
Little nigga with no plan, big choices I gotta make
nigga
Cause I'm livin by the tone
Fuck peace
My 98 is '93, with homicide
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
right
You think of my name now whenever you say, "Hi"
Became a commodity because I'm W-H-I-T-E
'Cause MTV was so friendly to me
Can't wait 'til Kim
the miles and other things keep us apart. It's my way to keep us together.
The music is inspired by them, but the music is also for you. What I hope
hope I sell a copy of this disk
Fuck Hope, I am one short, a miracle of wish
Whether you nigga or ese, the magazine is great
Because the articles
I've been to a lot of lonely places in my time
And I've seen a lot of faces go by
But I know that I can forever call you mine
Because you're up
Party people are you with me?
Are you with me party people? (Repeat: x 4]
To the beat y'all and you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make
precautions, seen my dog in the coffin
I be in the hundreds, I post up on Austin 98 drippin' wet like a fuckin' dolphin
Kobe Bean ballin', I be chasin' dreams
well go ahead and talk on it
You say it
What are you saying?
Push it!
Yeah, okay On the radio!
Damon's on the radio!
I was seeded on Keswick sprouted
know just how to do it right
And have you like...
(Hey! He brought that Old Thang Back!)
Because I'm taking all the things happening in my life
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