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Florida

Jaheim

Appreciation Day

2013

to know, what's going on?
(What's going on?) Can we make this house a home,
Oh (oh) Florida can I talk to you?
Can we walk and have an interview
(Every time

I've really got the news

Windows open, windows close
Ask them once, nobody knows
Ask them twice, nobody shares
And by the third time no one

cracking (geah)
No time for masquerades, boom bam pull down the shades can we hurry
I got a little business at 9
Quickly I slides out
To the next hide out

of the horn
By the time you hear it blowin', it's too late to respond
By the time you feel it hit chu, I'm gone
I'll send ya' to hell where you belong
So by

temple
With a hundred pound iron pencil
Balanced over a pit full of starving pit bulls
Sick Rich was next to me I messed around and shit on his shoes no

can't steer
Vvs diamonds that's all in my ear
These niggas in last they stuck in the rear
You wouldn't believe what I made last week
I walk around

to discuss all the disgustin habits once we have it 
Babies in the grave this shit is tragic
Put some faith in my step & prep for shade by the next because

night's ventures
Sandy feet I hit the clutch
Time to go and meet the dutch
You ask me where I'm going next
Ain't got news for you
Just leave me be
(Surfing)

to need some time to understand them
Never pose all the pics are candid
Wanna fly you out somewhere sandy
Pray fun trips and safer landings
And I might

put in the time 
A light that you shall seek
(Grind)
A light that you shall seek (Yeah)
I'm in it alone but soaking the game 
Like Sponge with Sandy

the back and then bust on her cheek
On to the next man it's time turn the page
Like my nigga Kyrie we burning some sage
Puff by myside yea that is my Johnny

Clockwork

Rascalz

Cash Crop

1997

witness
As I reveal the sickness
That's been quaratined and revealed
When I redeam
By Red who's One with creation
In time in this space
And rhymin a nation

Everybody Wanna Rat

The LOX

Money, Power & Respect

1998

men, should hang with made men
Not the wife and children, that's when rats come in
It be your girl in the palor, talking like shit rich
And next

Soft hair blown by the wind
Fingers torn but the smiles set in
One short moment we take
The world's everchanging besides your embrace
Wave to you, I

on silence
Starry skies
Space heater
By your bedside

In the faraway
Of your room
Worry dissolves
Around you
I'm absolved
And the tension's through
My stance

to short me on a buy Ahh
Im gone get him next time that he see me

This aint high school my nigga
But ill still take you to class
Tell you this aint

skunk
Melt down plastic punks
One punchline tongues fell out
I'm well rounded
Edgy and sharp as a barbed fence now
Ten thousand hours by the time
I was

the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, yeah...

I got put on by DJ Polo, cut the record, "It's a Demo"
and started chillin in

Pink Cadillac down a desert road
close my eyes and feel it float
sandy wind blowing through my hair

My soulmate, he's sitting in the back
next

love is so amazing 

Put her on my payroll
Around the world in a day yo
By morning she gone with the caseload
Next morning she double up work

dollar you were best under pressure
(Yo, Sandy, I wanna like, taste you)
Getcha getcha lips wet 'cause it's time to have Pep
On your mark, get set, go, let

Henrik scuttled in the direction of coconut bay. Coconut bay was a gorgeous sandy patch of beach that was always so peaceful and filled with the best

the next ones clever
Don't play soccer cuz I'm hands on but I love it when she header
I'm still messing with her mind, talk bout my X not no professor
Take

stop that 
-no one can top that yeah 


Verse 2
-you be at the beach ass all sandy
-you and all your girl flew to Miami
-trying to have a good time you