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of the maidens who had almost been
devoured.

 Could I talk to you, Ma'am?
Maiden:	Who are you?
St. George:	I'm St. George, Ma'am. Homicide, Ma'am. Want
bomb
But it never felt so good

I told my mother that I love ya
Bridget asked where I met ya
Said I saw ya last Tuesday on the corner of "1st
told
If I could get the St Paul before it gets cold
I wish I could sleep tonight in Little Rock
But then we never did go too much by the clock
But I
somebody else will get, hung by the gaffler
Niggas roll down the ave. 'cuz I'm the neighborhood amp
Fuckin' around with the Juvenile and you get your brains
Nineteen seventy somethin' nigga I don't sweat the date
My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
Out the skins in this world of fly girls
Tanqueray
that fleeted long ago
But when she wrote me about this change in her life
There was just one thing I had to know

And the bells of St. James were
ready to make him mad.
I'm glad I had to wait awhile, 
A little bit too juvenile.
I needed to refine my style, a silk suit 
And a crocodile smile.
ready to make him mad.
I'm glad I had to wait awhile, 
A little bit too juvenile.
I needed to refine my style, a silk suit 
And a crocodile smile.
Nineteen-seventy somethin', nigga I don't sweat the date
My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
out the skins, in this world of fly girls
of the maidens who had almost been
devoured.

 Could I talk to you, Ma'am?
Maiden:	Who are you?
St. George:	I'm St. George, Ma'am. Homicide, Ma'am. Want
1970 somethin'
Nigga I don't sweat the date, my moms is late
So I had to plan my escape, out the skins
In this world, the fly girl
Tanqueray
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Uh, Uh, Uh I took my first break in seventy-five
I tell the story like yesterday when(??) was alive
didn't do shit with my
them in mourning in December and in May
In the graveyard of St. Mary's of Regret

You're married by now
She's kind I suppose
Does she know what she
Bounce back bounce back be	-bounce back
I'm about bounce back bounce be	-bounce back

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
You ever had corns on your fingers from
nigga I don't sweat the date my moms was late,
So I had to plan my escape, out the skins,
In this world the fly girls, Tanqueray and Hennesey,
Until I
Ooh, hey yeah
Do you know how to leave, do you want to ride...ride

Ya see, it started off in St. Paul from the street of Old Nash
And it feels
travelin' mentally
Makin' up tunes in hotel rooms
'Bout places I've never been to

Though I've never crooned under a Kentucky moon

I had my dream,
travelin' mentally
Makin' up tunes in hotel rooms
'Bout places I've never been to

Though I've never crooned under a Kentucky moon

I had my dream,
I never missed chances at juvenile dances, oh, my life was one mad spree
I was often kissed ‘neath the mistletoe by small boys excited with tea
If
them in mourning in December and in May
In the graveyard of St. Mary's of Regret

You're married by now
She's kind I suppose
Does she know what she
to the crib
Cause January 1st I had to start my bid (for what?)
For being a wild unruling child
A week my granny sent complaints to the juevenile
Finally
of girls
I tell you whatever you name it, I've done

[Verse 1]
Coming up I had it bad
I never knew my dad
Only memories, a picture in a frame
He
[1st verse:]
Just like a melody that lingers on
You seem to haunt me night and day
I never realized till you had gone
How much I cared about you
[1st verse:]
Just like a melody that lingers on
You seem to haunt me night and day
I never realized till you had gone
How much I cared about you
[Intro]
1, 2, 3, 4 bust it
Come on, come on
Juvenile, Wacko, Skip

[Hook]
Where that Melph at
Where the Yo at
Where that Thomas at
Where VL