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would be. Even if they were awkward for years. At least I had that now. I had nothing. Now I was an orphan. I had no career, no family, no home, nothing

Speaking on shit
No preaching
I’d rather get high
On good green
Beaching it
Reaching for par ain’t got no one far
If the moon out
Who be focusing on stars

Afraid to speak for telling lies

I watch you search for some reply to lend me
But when the rain is done there's no pretending

And I know I shouldn't be

Vato

Snoop Dogg

Tha Blue Carpet Treatment

2006

Man, don't you know that I'm loco?

I was chillin' right around my way
21st, east side of the Beach
This motherfucker ran up on me
Talkin' shit

while
It's wild at home
It's warzones, niggas hustlin' still
They say you gotta bear
Arms like Justin Fields
I quarterback black movements
Like

with instability 
But I had it all wrong
See...
True movement isn't hurried or exhausted
No, true movement is grounded in growth
Like a seed firmly

trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album;

O.G.

Scarface

Down South Hustlaz

2001

an O.G., 

beating the shit out of niggas for guess, some Hillfigers. 

The man behind the trigger, committing robberies, 

with the homies, no one could

on my boat and it's a holiday
No time for passing
No time for tripping
Getting my vision so right took a minute but now it's amazing
I think that I got it

am the baddest girl in NYC
You can look but please don't touch, boy
Stay away from me

Baby, I'm a cinnamon girl
Keepin' it fresh on the far east side

My way through
So we say aloud to let it be known
No more christmas eve on the phone
(A one, a two, a one, two, three, four)

Carpooling home for

At Nanas house, we group, we fuss, at East Easton
I remember that big white 16 passensger van
Nana picking us up and taking us to the holiday skate rink up

gonna tell them together
They should feel lucky to have our work

Take the wealth that you are making
It belongs to you by right
No one for bread will be

the transient
Transport homes for the transient
And then I found where the old pervert conducts his business
Leave it be, leave it be
Yellow teeth, yellow eyes,

I glad
Playing basketball over by the middle school
Back in the day, being a kid was cool
Future coming, had no clue what I do
Just going on field

new home
I’m in the same ol’ city, she on a brand new coast
I’m making no new friends
All my OGs ten toes
I focused in on this music, I told my movement

Passing the Time [Alternate Version; Alternate Take; Take]

Cream

Those Were the Days

1997

for her traveler so far from home
She sits by the fireside, the room is so warm
There's ice on the window, she's lonely alone

now I'm home
Never far
'Cause now I know
There's no place like home
Whether east
Or the west
For the worst
Or for the best
There's no place like home

Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays, 
’cause no matter how far away you roam 
When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze, 
For

the wayside
Of the road
With nowhere to go
Lost by the wayside
If it wasn't for Jesus
Nothing but
Nothing but
Nothing but Jesus

Let's Go
Thankful that I made

Fascinated by the beach and the ocean
Back in the days
Always waiting for the summer to arrive
Every year of my life
When I'd put my feet in

want money lil nigga ok
I just want money lil nigga ok   ok 
Movements look funny and imma go spray Ok 
Plug send me package like the holidays   Ok 
I

from riverside
Summer 16 was a different vibe
Went upstate I left for college Onondaga drive
4 Hour 30 drive
Stop for gas saw the hills but no houses by

I've been losing my way I've been all on the chase
For shit, I should and used to avoid
Shit so confusing cause lately I open the Bible
And readjust