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And there's no doubt about it
I can't live without it
and of the night is young

It's love
It's love
It's love
And I don't mean maybe
It's the real
Drivin' around
Just me and all my best friends
All over town
No special place to go
Never a doubt
We get this party started
No one around
It's
Nigga  moved to Atlanta, ain't got no mo love in the town. 
I got much love in Oakland y'all, you know what I'm sayin', 
I been doin' this shit fo
of lightning, it shook all our hills
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they are just deportees.

Is this the best way
and medicine
and so on
I've done it all, and I'm still going strong
But, there's no doubt about it,
this city holds a lot of thrills

But, it ain't got no
on Saturday
Buried on Sunday
They go back to work on Monday

If I was President
If I was President
If I was President

But the radio won't play this
Dru Hill and a little more ill
(Hey Keith, we want you to be ill)

	Leave me alone, leave me alone!
	(Politics, politics..)
	Leave me alone, leave
put in work like red ants 
And when I walk by Curtis Mayfield'll draft 
And spell the full limp love is just like Shaft 
Shit I craft, is harder than
Yes, yes, no doubt, excellence
Its what it is, what it is
And that's what it is, you see? (The suns shinin')
Ha, Fire

'Cause it is deeper, sweeter,
straight (Let the sunshine in)
Yes, yes, no doubt, excellence
Its what it is, what it is
And that's what it is, you see? (The suns shinin')
Ha, Fire..
radio blaring across the town
who should he hear coming in so loud and clear
it was that local yodeling clown
it was heard in the streets
Nigga  moved to Atlanta, ain't got no mo love in the town. 
I got much love in Oakland y'all, you know what I'm sayin', 
I been doin' this shit fo
time I done seen life, 
and figured the amount that it's worth
It's the first, cops is slippin' for work
Got my niggas all cuffed up, sweatin' like
I always stick to my point like a John Pase
(So cut and edit) I wouldn't have done it
If I didn't know I could get way wit' it
By the time that I
the pain stays close
Most don't depressurize
When I've had it up to where you can see it in my eyes
Realize there's no sanity
Hella profanity and a sort
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time  forget it 
Hear me on radio  live vocally do edits 
E Swift scratchin and threading  with supreme
[Wyclef (Lauryn Hill)] 
Yes, Refugee Camp (Yeah, Yeah Refugee Camp uh! Ah!) 
Yo, It never stops, what?! 
We comin' back! (Murder that boy!)
work mega-swiftly with an S-950
Or MPC-60, so when it's fat ideas hit me
Don't fuck with beat product', head got a built in four track
Use sixteen,
I take, heavy darts that shake
It's all cake, all fate, get caught by the dropkicks
You know the drill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with
locks
And Women make love to other Women
It's the pillage, your Mother's Sons
No more cold war, it be the poor ones
No radio play, from the hallway
self made niggas don't wanna do it by themselves
I looked to the hills, someone's coming for help
And he gave me the will when there was nothing left
I got that work, fuck Labor Day
Just bought a gun, fuck punching in
Throwing rocks, no hopscotch
Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot, bang
Last
to keep a roll of them bitches like which one (one one)
(its the boss)

(radio killer)

Its not a dream baby

(radio killer killer killer)

Or is it a dream
I got that work, fuck Labor Day, just bought a gun
Fuck punching in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch
Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot
Bang, last night
I got that work, f*** Labor Day, just bought a gun
F*** punching in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch
Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot
Bang, last night

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