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by the dishes. and then he walks over to the refridgerator and pushes it back,
and then he looks in her face, looks like shes about to have
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
just a little bit more in focus
But when she puts her arms around me
I can somehow rise above it
Yeah, man when I got that little girl standin'
Wanting something she doesn't have
The feeling of being alone
The girl she wanted to be like
She imagines getting more attention
The sunlight on her skin
Man lives
In a sun lit world
Of what he believes to be reality
But
There is unseen by most
An underworld that is just as real
But not
through the city
Fuck them undercovers, all them feds got is a theory
9th Ward to Gentilly, I'm the junkie of the century (North)
Chain wet like Lake
On a night just like this, in a place far away
He met with a girl in the spring
And something about him just turned her around
As though she were
on assault, the result, death by the bolt
In a vote, it spoke about the average loss commission
That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision
Like a plane
something about her love making me need that
Come on
Girl, make no mistake, right by my side
Little mama that's your place, keep holding me down
And you
Exit 21
Words & Music by: Rick Denzien
I see the sign on the road up a head - barely
barely knew what to do
she was screaming something at me -
Once upon a time, in the L.B.C.
On the Eastside, off of 2-1 Street
There lived a young man, Cinderfella's his name
To make it interesting it's me,
watching Zulu parade
But that's the way we do it come Mardi Gras day
So throw her something in so she might show you her play
It's the old man smoking,
a dozen (what's up baby?)
But I play hoes like Plenty Lenny 'cause I get pretty
It's all about game
'Cause with no game, it's hard to maintain for so
pretty
It's all about game
'Cause with no game, it's hard to maintain for so long, man
From Long Beach, California, from Tulsa, Oklahoma
To 9th Ward in
Why so sad?
Walking around with them blue faces
She said I'm down on my luck
And it's something I gotta have
Blue faces
I hit the bank today
to get by
You never bothered
About anyone else
You're well educated
With no common sense
But love, that's one thing
You really need to get by
I met a lot of women on the road
I'm piping this world wide and everyone knows her
But something about her makes wanna slow it
Spin the one more time
of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
and then Mary go, round
I just ride, hold her down with the fifth by my side
Me and Miss Blige
Look up in the sky it's a bird and the 'caine
on 1-800 number for Postpartum Depression
Because, let me tell you something
That’s nothing to joke about
You just had the biggest blessing of
Your life with
night til things get right
Then we fuck all night til things get right
Something about her probably can't live without her
Roll up some sour, let me
frightened
And almost borne away by the very thoughts
That I feared yesterday
And it must be the dust or smoke that's in my eyes
How can I cry about something
your friends
Down here we're all alone
What about my mother
I can't just leave her there to mourn
You don't have to think about her
Just forget
(I've named this one JPEG)
Okay, my bitch, she bad
She got me out my zone
I make her shake that ass
This house is not a home
I double fist
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