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Roland Kent LaVoie, better known by the stage name Lobo (born July 31, 1943), is an American singer-songwriter who was successful in the early 1970s, scoring several U.S. Top 10 hits, including "Me and You and a Dog Named Boo", "I'd Love You to Want Me" and "Don't Expect Me to Be Your Friend". more »

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A Germantown Teenager is behind bars this evening
Because police say the gun a youngster named Logan Bolton gave away
Would end up Being used during a robbery
And Bolton arrived at the house with three other men
According to the affidavit
Bolton passed a silver handgun to one of the men with him
And a fight broke out
The shooting happened here, in East Memphis
If it ain't one thing it's a mother-fucking 'nother
Bout to drop 150 on a bond for my lil brother
She wanna know why I keep that burner on me, even when we fucking
Bitch why the f*ck you think my neck and wrist look like tundra
Yeah bitch, I pulled up in some shit I don't belong in
I got the title but imma drive it like I stole it
I can't decide if I'm a pastor, pimp, or poet
I see blue lights, I hand my bitch the blick, she hold it
Now who want smoke
Got a big .44, wipe yo nose and tag yo toes
15 years old kicking in doors for a brick of that mid that I flipped as dro
Pull up to the spot, I got rock, I got raw
Get you unsick with a dot of that dog
Get you some money, then come get some fenny
Rico make sure that I always got plenty
Kick in the door, we gon get a life sentence
I got that shit, turn a boy to a menace
Running your mouth, hope you know a good dentist
I'll walk you down with this fucking utensil
I don't need aim, I got heat seeking missiles and heat
Seeking bitches that know where Rich dick is
Pulling hair triggers that blow if you fidget
Don't say a word or we taking yo children
And fucking yo misses, and eating yo dinner
Then burn down the crib with everybody in it
Ask anybody, I was in North Memphis
Ha, Yeah
I got my hand on my pole for-real
Speak on my name you get smoked for-real
F*ck that lil boy, he a hoe for-real
Spinnin' his block or my soldiers will
Holding steel, scope them in, blow his shit
Jump in the whip, back to the block then play With your kids
Wait for them boys to say what it is
If he survived then look over your shoulder
And if he didn't then we pour up that soda
Death ain't shit, but a game to us
It's about a dollar, maintaining funds
We was raised with guns, doing major stuff
Life is a gamble, just raise and bluff
Everywhere you go, keep a razor tucked
Used to be broke, didn't make enough
Now, I get paid just for wakin' up
Throw a brick in the oven and bake it up

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