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kinda
Feelin' that this feelin' won't pass
'Til I soothe this irritation
It's like an itch I can't reach
A four year scratch, won't find, still I keep

mistreat
I send her to the streets
Now I'm fucking on bitches tryna' heal what you beat
Then I snap
You whack
You gone just like that
Missing you alot feel

love to see it they sending in racks
This purple drink make me feel so relaxed
Yeah very relaxed yeah very relaxed
It's 4 am I just can't be alone
It's 4

We were playing games at Dave and Busters
Took me by the hand told me to trust her
Don't know if she love me but I wonder
I know that she know I

onto your knees praying
All that wet in your body
Pulled by her moon
Bloodhound is on the scent
Heart stops beating
In the still of palm
Float over

nothing like him
By him I mean me
I got bitches, ID me, dropped in D.C., living free
Twenty-five racks, I paid her in stacks 
Then put up that youngster

From four a.m. to the following night
He plays by the park under the street lamp's light
The traffic and pigeons all join in his song
And his

Cali Swangin'

Afroman

Afroholic..The Even Better Times

2004

driving them gangster cars
New cars just don't appeal to me
It's 2004 and I'm a still a "G"
Cops don't want brothers loiterin'
Gangbangers drive by

me, now they want some
I fuck her by the pool still got my shades on, oh yeah
Switch the position
Now tell me what you want, yeah, yeah, yeah

by the twos
Micro-dosin on these shrooms
Ion think ima be landin soon
Ya bitch feel it to
Pussy wetter than monsoons
Bust her down in the room while ya

Absorbed by your aura Im just here to lift you up
You be out the way still them bitches bring you up
They big mad you blow the spot like columbine
I see your

freaky by yourself
Well let's get to show and tell
If it clap
I'm just blowing out her back like
I make her (Oh you feel that huh?)
It sound like (Oh you

cook the bacon

[Hook: Supa Bwe]
Run up on me in the ‘preme and I might kill an ape
And still rock Bape and still rep gang
And still throw signs while my

hate yourself, we know
We know
Can you hear me, I’m so empty
When you feel useless, come and use me
Off 230's, I’m still hurting
I feel lonely, so

running)
You still running baby
(I know you still running)
You still running baby
(I feel you still running)
You see you running baby
(I hear you still

It's me and my girl and we're B4L ride for me and I'm riding too
Ride or die against the world me and her no time for you
She looks so sweet with her

Head over Wheels

Haze

NY Reality Check 101

1997

the one to pass by ya with the cash kinda, crass
You still behind that ass in my Pathfinder
Tryin to front like she fond-of, niggaz and ganja
Til I pull

life, still sad
Handlin' business the paper
I had to withdraw from the bank
I feel like a savage, the way I be rappin'
My persona, never change
It's gonna

She calling me, she all on me
I'm balling once again, in the fast lane changing speeds
Do she really love how I make her feel
Want her close to me,

her like I know her
She's my everything my lover
Sad thing is that I don't know nothing
'Bout the girl I'm in love with

By my side and I'm proud but I

at mine)
I still remember my first bird
I was fly as hell
Nigga smoked his reup by himself
He got no clientele
I knew Jit since we was 11
Till he turned 12

you too nonchalant
Care less about a shawty and her lace front
Type who always tripping at the restaurant
Like please
I can tell by how you walk in you

alone, with no one at my side, oh
But I did have fun with her last night
Standing on the dance floor looking at her
Out of everyone I still think she's

Maybach four-seat, but we stuff bitches by the twos
I'm off that boof, rockin' Balenciaga boots (no bap)
Call up the troops, make your partner go poof (no