Lyrics:
Have You Seen My Baby
Have you seen my baby
On the avenue?
You know she's driving me crazy
With the funny things she do
I seen her with the milkman
necklace
Bitches that we came with got all of your bitches jealous
'Bout to leave the crib with a couple of my pirates
Driving by the streets we used
whip
Bitches wanna talk shit
I'm driving, I'm glad and I'm styling
And these mothafuckers ask, "Did you see it?"
I'm gripping these curbs
Skrrt, did
hands
I said, "I hate your father, it's so hard not to strike him"
She said, "You know I love you because you're so much like him"
And so I'd go
It's three in the morning
I haven't slept all night
I'm looking like a crazy fool sitting by this TV light
You lied to me baby
You lied to me
simple
You kept the wop in style
By bobbing your head, while your booty goes wild
Three to four fellas circling all around you
Hoping they'll get
abode
Another victim on this road
The police just carted him away
But someone took his place next day
He was home by thanksgiving
But not with
neon signs, flashing by me and a
cherry coke and crumpled bag of french fries lying
on the passenger seat
where you used to be
one hand out
Melancholy babe
Why’d you lay this trap, and
Why’d you write it on
All those paper scraps of
Memories, dreams, and lovers gone by
Pullin’ me
He was driving home one evening
In his beat-up Pontiac
When an old lady flagged him down
Her Mercedes had a flat
He could see that she was
Driving all around my island
Everyday I'm driving
Cruising by the bay
My lighthouse shining on the water
Misty little morning
Will you light my way?
If you're leaving, leave the cigarettes
You've already got the lighter and the keys
She packs her boxes, he knows that she's serious
Not by the look
Satisfaction
Leaving me high so I can get by
Now you caught me in the middle
But I never wanna leave a name
And she said it’s so simple
Yet it’s driving me so
while we're driving back home
But I don't mind (Because) you're by my side
As we're waiting for the light to change on
89, Stuck up in the traffic down
the sky like shooting stars I wanted to be driving too fast with you in the passengers seat
And our middle fingers out the window
I would drive anywhere in
The passenger in my ride
I miss you by my side
It's like murder, she wrote
Don't tell you no
Or you gone
That's wrong
It's like murder, she wrote
I call you out
Can you talk to me all up on my phone
Talk to me while I'm going driving home
Lately, I've just been feeling all alone
Driving top down
All on my own
mess
By the moonlight
when everything was perfect
thought you where right
And now there's nothing left under the black light
And I can see the stains
get home, dial it up
I'll be your man and you can be my lady and you can come to my house, and we can get busy baby
Girl forget about your boyfriend,
the way
You do not understand me sir
The old man shook his head
He ain’t coming as a passenger
But by express instead
He’s coming home to mother
With
Late night drive by throw it out the window
Concrete jungle, this is what you don't know
Grass is always greener in the places that it does grow
Looking
life makes sense
A question mark hangs with the stars up above
As I'm driving home to the one that I love
Sometimes I can't see the trees for
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
I'm in the passenger seat
As you fly by
On your big jet plane up
Miles high
It's so damn hard to live a day at a time
When your floating round
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