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the time was high as hell

Movin cross states had the wrong plates

Walkin through the hood at Popeyes I had to wait 


Home boy whipped the corner I ain’t

ain't never fuckin' fell
She hittin' up my phone, tell me her name it doesn't ring a bell
I think that she the grim reaper, she tryna' send me straight

little sister
Tell me when your plane lands
Be right there to get ya
Mama and my papa
You can quit your jobs cause
I got a better offer
Got enough dollars

black lungs
through my feelings, they're not gonna get back entire
So what's wrong? 
Give me a chance

Strike me up and down if you want it
Let me misure

on a spreadsheet
Make a call and have 'em gone by next week
Dudes 18 having sex with bitches who are 13
Tell your lawyer father that you did that?
You little nick

never let you go
Ku chalo ukayenda
Make sure love ukatenge
Cause kunkala
Kopanda iwe
Ain't a deal baby
Peace of mind you de give me
Imagination ruled by

the touchscreen
I love the way you touch me, but only through the touchscreen

Kiss me thru the phone, fuck me through the screen
Not everything is what it seems,

like every time I call, they don’t call me back
They put me on pause
Take me off hold
And if you listening then please pick up the phone
They don’t see

done a lot of hours
Can’t let no label bring me down
They tryna steal my talent
Don’t call my phone about no bullshit
I ain’t got a minute
lil boy I

telling me I'm realer
Yeah we really in the field

Tell her off we got them pictures
Tell them niggas we go zip em
Them bitches know this shit get real
Drop

about it, my girl a Hundred, I let her know
Stay on side by me, cause you Know most of these bitches
Yeah, they be fuckin' just for fame
She wanna fuck

Go on then kiss my black foot, go on then
Yo, signed up to the gym 'cause I heard
Man are looking for me and my mates
After I’m done with pumping

Crack a Bottle

Dr. Dre

Crack a Bottle [Clean]

2009

"Oh my"
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why
I dip through in that six-trey, like "Sick 'em, Dre"
I'm an itch that they can't

be me
Fall in love, watching sunsets at the beach
I wanna meet your folks (I wanna meet em)
Tell your dad my plans to not go broke
Over cigars that I

Talk to me tell me what you want
In my bag you can hit my phone
I know that you don't want to be alone
Be alone
Be alone
Oo
Baby what you really want

She kiss me when she see me, she step into my room
Man'a tell her when she step in , you spending the night home
We the baddest in the city she messing

talk on tap phones, you know the feds run devices
My mom my backbone, she stood by me wrong or right
Let me rewind this shit, gotta rewind that lick
I

hit or something gitcha mind right
Only sinning when I see em coming it's ah time lot
I'm worst down to die bout ah verse
2Pac taught me boy I'm first

'em
Six shots out that F&N connected, he won't meet the doctor
Lil' ho' came and sucked the kids up out me, know she better swallow
Bet niggas think

Vodka and roses take me away
Cranberry soda sun kiss my pain
Lavender flowers spread on the crib floor
Only brought my real friends let em know I

Flash 
Let's add and subtract, math
I see that you look at these VV-VVs 
Let's get you a piece for me

I know that you kiss and tell
Who's someone

Uh
Tell me do u really understand what it feels like to be left alone
Man Only child at home momma at work
So I'm waiting patiently on my dad by da

house if
You've got time to check your phone
Alright mom, I got it!
Don't give me that tone

Everything you have is what I've gave to you
All the cash you

and such
Nigga need from me
Dog shit
Boy
Burn it up
Paranoid I stay by me
The heat don't freeze
Love make war
I'm cheating death daily
She treat all my calls