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Then you can go in them hallways and smoke that fire all day quiet

Tonight is the night that we ride
Thirty camouflage hummers with
hope he has someone close by his side
And I hope that he'll come home

Where is my wandering boy tonight?
Where is my wandering boy?
If you see him,
it diggin' in my pocket, Callin me callin me 

[Phone rings] 

[Mac] Hello? 
[Peaches] Hey baby how you doin'? 
[Mac] Who dis is? 
Ahh, man
You know where the n****s be at right?
Take me to 'em

All through the hood, I keep hearin' n****s sayin'
"I'm supposed to die tonight
I walk by
So I toss my hair and wink my eye

And when I hit the floor tonight
I'm gonna look and feel alright
'Cause my mama says the world's
ever heard in your life. 
I'm talking about the kind of song where not only is the character in the song dead by the end of the song, but he's been
[Intro: female]
Come here
So, which one of these do you like
This lip petal by Bobbi Brown and
Hold on
This is Veneer by M-A-C
Which one do you
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
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
good about tonight, I'm country boy fresh
I'm what them country girls like cause I'm country boy fresh
Dirty boots, dirty truck, where I stay is a wreck
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
your hands off
Got it?
He's my boy
Got it? Good! Huh

Sweet jealousy 
This is revenge
'Cause it's me, me, me
Who'll be holding him

Got b****es on my jock out in East Detroit 
'Cause they think I'm a motherf***in' Beastie Boy 
So I told 'um I was Mike D,"they was like, "Gee,
my true block niggas I'ma spark for them
I get shot a million times lay in chalk for them
Gimme that 5 by 8 where it's dark and grim
I give anything
a freshly chop though
Didn't have spinners
I'm out the bag that's my knock bro
Fresh out the box wit the glock though
Plus my niggaz ridin' tonight
your life in one flight,
Lets take off tonight, come on

We go,
We go down
Love is in,
Then its out
We can tell,
Tell by now
If it wont, work out

could walk away but see your love is my weakness
Oh' it could be pointless to try and walk away, that's why

I hate that you love me so much boy
We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded
I'm down to ride tonight
Its smokin', street locin', locked and loaded
Somebody gon' die tonight

This is

Ooh, there's something sexy
About the way that dress is wearing you tonight
You've got my attention, girl, I'm hard as steel
'Cause you're
the state that is golden
State where the youngstas keep holdin'
Feds and the narcs be patrollin'
Northern California, come and take a look (come and take
wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you niggaz

By myself in my four corner room watchin' Hard Boiled
I feel like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
Yeah boy .... Madd Rapper .... Beatnuts .... 
You know how we do ..... 
My nigga Rambo, One Life 2 Live .... 
Crazy cat boy

Esta Loca darle
the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
24-7, mac 11 is my people
So why you wanna end your little life like
my prince to grant all my wishes
Just another lonely country-boy grown weary of the night
Just another boy with a sink full of dirty dishes

(Dolly Parton)

Thumbing for a ride by the edge of the road 
With a brown paper bag to hold my clothes 
But tonight I'm going home where I belong