Lyrics:
the candy store to the coffee shop
(Coffee shop, candy store) (we at it again)
To your girl next door, to your boy next door
(To your girl next door) (we
whore
Drama by the front door, pushing out the back door
Trapping out the bando, leave em' by the trap door
Money bags, money bags
Ten bands, ten
traveling
The world, where we’ve been and where
We would like to go
BUT both of us were in jail … crazy!
My next conversation didn't go so well as I
Was
Party next door I'll hit the floor, pour up
S'more leave with a shorty for sure, it's a
Party next door I'll hit the floor, pour up
S'more leave
How did this happen?
Or more specifically
Please use the next
18 minutes or so
To describe
In a single rambling rant
And in the
Most confusing way
at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train
And she leaned right down next to me
And she said "It's good for you"
And then she tied me to the wall
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
the bad guy
I just hate to be the bad guy (follow me, I run, follow me, I run, I run)
I just hate to be the bad
And to think I used to think you was
hate to be the bad guy
I just hate to be the bad guy (follow me, I run, follow me, I run, I run)
I just hate to be the bad
And to think I used
next door)
He's jealous as can be
But that's alright with me
He told all the other guys
"Stay away if you value your life"
The boy next door
eyes
Right then I was held up
Girl, I was held up
I was held up by Billy the Kid next door
Yes, I was held up
My heart was held up
I was held up by
to you, girl
Can I sit next to you, girl
Can I sit next to you?
At intermission we were doing alright
'Till this guy came up and stood by her side
Oh
to you, girl
Can I sit next to you, girl
Can I sit next to you?
At intermission we were doing alright
'Till this guy came up and stood by her side
Oh
Yeah
She was the girl next door
She was the girl next door, yeah
Type of girl that wanna get high, wanna go for a ride
Told her anytime you need
the rest of the bunch
Well I'm not too sure
Because the next thing you know
They're outside your door
So don't forget my simple methods
And just use your
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
worried bout my check bitch
What's next I think you should speak with yo chest bitch
If you
Get up on the guys that's some shit I don't suggest bitch
I been
more
Hey I'm not the girl next door
I pick any guy that I want to
Like a bird, you won't touch
No, you won't touch me
Dont forget the times we had
ZUBIN MEHTA (Zubin Mehta); still others say (others say he), bullshit, honey (bullshit, man) he's just another greasy guy who happened to be born next
Okay, and who are you here to see?
Uh, Snoop Dogg? Says here Snoop D-o-g-g
Oh, yeah. He's right down the hall
First door to your right
Give him a knock
can't fall in love
She makes it really hard when she's all that I want
I found love living next door
Moved from the north shore
Running from a broken
to someone who needs it more
I'd much prefer to be their neighbor, just the guy who lives next door
Sit out on the porch with my crap guitar and my mason jar
on the shoulder said, "Thanks for stopping by."
Then I opened up the door and said, "Take care guy!"
He got mad, drew back his arm, and slashed my shirt
I laughed
Say, do you remember that guy Larry next door
Well, he always was the neighborhood clown
Like the time he pulled my pants off
And he took those
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