Lyrics:
Daddi with a "I" girl you're doin'
everything by the book Nate Dogg tell 'em how she looked
Nate:
Girl ya lookin' fine so fine I wonder if you'd like
everyone was trying to become the next Spice Girls or Backstreet Boys. I got rejected over and over. The funny part about being rejected as a teenager is
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mystified
Comes closer
In the warmth of late July
Landfall
Our song is on the radio
Wind down
As the lights of Haight Street go by
Hey, I think I like you
whole life have change inna di most Magical way eh
You know what
Even harder
Not having you
By mi side
You know what
Even harder
Not having yuh
By mi side
Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male
Dinner date with your high school boyfriend
You can tell by his eyes that he's drank too much
I guess he's looking alright
But he's grabbing
Demark, the motorcade is coming by here, (oh,
No) just heard a call on the radio for all units along Industrial (oh, no)
To pick up the motorcade,
to feature a rap artist
But most of the rappers
They don't like to rap about politics man
They only want to rap about cars
Girls, alcohol you know
And we
and most little niggas don't know they pops
Where peer pressure comes on you smoke weed, get bent to be cool (uh-huh)
Where the girls lose their virginity
of that sexy Ghost movie
Haunted by a sexy ghost
(Haunted by a sexy ghost, haunted by a sexy ghost)
Haunted by a sexy ghost
(Haunted by a sexy ghost, sexy,
keep the cooler kit
I don't need nobody in this bitch confusing shit
Playing my song on the radio
I been making these hit you need to play your role
Mr.
on my niggas, I put on for my clique
I done gave out so much love, I can't count on my fingers
I been stabbed in the back by the ones I loved the most
Got
feet small
Romanticizing years ago
It's a bittersweet feeling hearing
"No Such Thing" on the radio
PRE-CHORUS
And these days,
I wish I was six again
the girls out there
That find their self worth from their make up and the brands they where
The girls that live their lives surrounded by the scumbag players
My feet are on the ground, my hands pointed to the sky
My eyes focusing on the clock as the time passes by
I begin to wonder where you are, I know
killin' these bitches)
Yeah, now imagine a group of little girls nine through twelve
On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
a group of little girls nine through twelve
On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
It doesn't really matter if they have parental
Pac passed away
Most these niggas don't even deserve
A track from me first of all let's get rid
Of them Louis Vuitton boots
And get yo tall ass out that
say I won't
Get it girl, now I'm telling you don't...
-Girls Voice-
Punk I'm not a tease, I'm not a skeezer
And most definately, not a dick pleaser
Radio style, yeah
She was a fly girl from the projects
With a super dope body that I had to get
So I stepped to her
(What did you say, Ron)
I said, ?Yo?,
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
been recent draughts
So I'd be damned, if I'm still slept on..macked on by all these hoes
G.O.D, girls on drugs..check her lungs, lets see who weak
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