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Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, anyway
Now the night is through girl what you want to do
Like Bubba Sparxxx let's get ugly
You and I know
don't put another thing on my plate
my brain is so full of your face, I ate
I counted the hours since the minute
that I drove by you

and I got
Met him on Sunday, loved him by Tuesday afternoon
Woke up on Friday, changed my whole life to make some room
Around a quarter to two, I have
I'm bustin' Too $hort rhymes
Unless it's bout millions I ain't tryin' to do time
It's like everyday is Saturday
So many bitches let me have my way
Everyday there's a thousand things
That somehow pass us by,
Go cut through the noise
So you can know what love sounds like
I'm comin' to your
Man I never miss a game
I'm in church every Sunday mornin'
I pray everyday

When you see life flash before your eyes
The good, the bad, the wrong,
Man I never miss a game
I'm in church every Sunday mornin'
I pray everyday

When you see life flash before your eyes
The good, the bad, the wrong,
system you die without a funeral 

For real my eyes still exist with a terror 
Living without the guide of my father 
Everyday is like a war we're
I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd
Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme
Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind
'Cause I play
the ghetto
Slangin' dub sacks
And I duck when they fly by
'cause Killa Cali' is the state for the drive-by
Caps peel from the gangstas in my hood
Ya
like anything, everything
That's been weighing on me
Falls by the wayside
When I'm with You
I love being with You

I smile when You say my name
Cause no
system you die without a funeral 

For real my eyes still exist with a terror 
Living without the guide of my father 
Everyday is like a war we're
experience, so you know it's gonna be some mega shit, so who is that 

(KM.G) 
KM.G will never be a trick 
Step up to the mic like a baller then I
smooth as a violin
But "Rough enough to break New York from Long Island"

("Rough enough to break New York from Long Island"(

Like any G.O.D., loose
He turned thirty-five last Sunday
In his hair he found some gray
But he still ain't changed his lifestyle
He likes it better the old way
So he grows
start tellin' you can
Catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock,
Like Ellen!
Prime-time nigga, it's my time nigga,
Jacob ain't got shit to do with
and serve hoes like flap jacks
([Snoop:] But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run
this
And everyday life goes on like
I wish I can talk to you for a while
Wish you but try not to cry
As time goes bye

And I'm sure you reached
flap jacks
(But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
Ya run up in them hoes and grab
to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
(Snoop: But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho
Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do right here, well first let me let you know who I am
Well I go by the name
go by the name of Andre 3000, right 
And we hail from a place called like Stankonia, GA, right 
You know right now everyone wants to be from space
"Don't be like me, just finish watching cartoons"
Which is funny now cause all I see is Wile E. Coyotes in the room
And I run it

[Chorus]
And I run
Lily Grace lives next door,
The ripe young age of ninety-four,
I see her in her garden everyday.
Still sings at the Sunday choir,
Reads up King
He turned thirty-five last Sunday*
In his hair he found some gray 
But he still ain't changed his lifestyle 
He likes it better the old way 
So