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[Dogg] And everybody you see ain't what they claim to be
[Guru] In this life..
[Dogg] I try to do right
[Dogg] I live a treacherous life, I
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talkin', drape-
Well, it's big Bun B the baby, Mr. Woodgrain ('Grain)
With
' 'bout money, I ain't stayin', baby girl
Ye ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin', I ain't stayin', baby girl
Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl
'cause family calling me crying
'Bout lil shit, like bills and dollar signs
Fuck around, say I ain't got it, they say I'm lying
Plus I got to take care
understand)
Don't be talkin' about what you gon' do with me (ya understand)
I'll ride everyday of the week (ya understand)
Ya get ya issue when ya
to you (By my side)
You know I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me (By my side)
(There isn't everywhere you go that it's—) (By my side)
that doe
Gave the boy my lil' change and I ain't seen his face no mo'
What do you call that there playin' a nigga ha dawg
The nigga thank its gravy
thinkin' bout sponsoring you
Gotta know first
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
Said,
Will I see you?
Just talkin' about what I see
It's not opinion-based, it's just, just shit I see, uh
The suburbs are filled with ebonics
somethin', talkin' 'bout
(Smoke somethin') "Ayy man, you remember me from school?"
"No not really", but he kept smilin' like a clown, facial expression
Biznite is you trippin'
Biznite is you trippin'
What
Biznite is you trippin'
What
Biznite is you trippin'
He he he, what
You nothin' but
a candy store
I think you got what I want
And by the end of the night when you hot like a light
It'll be cause you and me burned up the floor
And if
I'm walkin', yes indeed, and I'm talkin' 'bout you and me
I'm hopin' that you'll come back to me (yes)
I'm lonely as I can be, I'm waitin' for your
Shoot first, we ain't askin' 'em much
They like, "We gettin' active or what?"
New whip, I be switchin' shit up
And they know they can look
But they
a trophy, huh (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Nigga's be talkin' shit but they ain't with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin' shit then he gon' get
the pillow, bitch, don't look at me
Woke up talkin' 'bout she gon' cook for me
Get outta here, I'm straight on that (go that way)
I'm a pimp, you late
really 'bout shit (you ain't really 'bout shit)
We let the dogs out
Man, come on
You ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)
Bam, blam, you in the Lord's
laughin'
Talkin' out of her head she said
Now I ain't got to worry 'bout dyin' Papa
I been sleepin' in a Devil's bed
You know she's been hoodooed
By
it out
I'm tha king of this rap shit what the fuck they talkin' bout
Niggas cant sell records so they blame it on tha South
I be all through
worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha
together
We'll show them what we're talkin' bout
Let's come together
C'mon girls let's work it out
Let's come together [Repeat: x3]
Nothin' good comes for
thing we got.
My baby be givin me,
(Oh) in the mornin'
(Oh) in the evenin'
Oh, baby u got what I need.
You never have to worry bout a thang because,
like a ball (that's what I kick)
By myself, poppin' shit at the mall (yeah, nigga, let's go)
I ain't worried 'bout niggas at all
?
I hope you ain't out there messin' with them damn hood-rats out there, shit
Especially that lil' crazy-ass girl Sherane
And plus you got school
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