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U got the whole dance floor She gone pop one time for the G Left side two steps follow me Fuck it up three days in a week Lit from head to the toe
We got 5 days in my workin' week And 48 pints in the week-end I don't have to call in sick For two whole days, what a bargain! Me and the boys gonna
And I gotta get this package off Uncle gotta buy the piece Can’t nobody do it better, Louis V sweater Prada by the jeans Got two thousand and we made it
Two months too soon Two cries in the night Two weights from the womb We grow we feed Milk teeth young gums seething Each waving ten little claws Just
was Chris Ian and Joe came in at week five About a month before Chris left Left, heh And the people upstairs We could hear them, but we never saw them
, three, four, five, six. One, two, three, four, five, six. Remember, the "four, five, six" is in place. One, two, three, four, five, six. One, two, three,
Russian gauge Weeks turn into months And the enthusiasm wanes Sacrifices in seas of mud, and still you don't know why All their lives are just a puff
for two or three nights Then I put it on pause 'til the moment was right I went away for months until our paths crossed again She told me I was never
Brain's inactive, bein' subjected to this crab shit To each his own, fuck the foulness, need a week alone We can zone, all day long, on the speaker
locked up about 5, 6 times a week And then a made bond, take it from the profit of the weed All this just to feed my seeds, yeah [Hook] I got a stop
than you should I don't know how to rid of you just yet I can't go a month or two without my cigarette Always by my side, never growing old Selling me
Poor lil' rich nigga, that's me Smoke comin' out the sunroof, blowin' on hasheesh Can't stop now, cause I'm in too deep One point five wide, every two
me out For two to three thou. a month, they don't pay me enough To spend my work day, taking this stuff this jerk say I ain't workin' over time I'm
rollaway bag, Louis V duffel
Baby yeah, come on Baby yeah, come on I wanna make love, oh baby I wanna make love Three months, two weeks, five days Phone calls,
better watch me, I'm comin smebbin" I was smebbin through the park one day In the very very month of may I seen three switchin bitches, that thought I
to make some cheese. The street type got me Gettin locked up about 5-6 times a week. And then i make mon'- take it from the profit of the Weed. All this
You must regret the day that you left me (Uh huh he don't deserve you(deserve you) he gunna regret that he hurt you (hurt you)) x2 Letoya! I
and conception eluded Another month went by and another and another Soon months turned into a year Then two years, then three, four, five years When you pray
object Spendin' fazools Trips for your whole projects Epcot Center, linens for ya bitches Rolies for your dogs Now we in the mall, slayed by his bitches
savage, why'all niggaz is average I'm handling your Most V.P., put em in P.C. Nigga, it's the I-M-D nigga (CLUE) Chorus 2x Chorus [Havoc] 'cause we
Work all week and im faded 2 days just me and my lady I don't wanna get up tomorrow I gotta trip i gotta take And ima be away for a week, fuck I feel
Barleycorn he’s up at dawn And working off the beer Same thing every day of every Week of every year Hears Lord Bateman racing by Along the county lanes
back to the hood I show niggas the Bentley, then let you drive it Gone for 2 days and I didn't even check the mileage When we was fighting with Crips
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