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T.I.

Trouble Man: Heavy Is the Head

2012

My cup runneth over with pinot grigio, hold up
You bogus in the lambo if you ain't lifting the door up
You bogus poppin' pills if you ain't pickin

breasts
And you can guess what happened next
When we were kids, we were always looking for a reason

We could try to run away
We were young but we felt much

Yo, this is: a fat white kid
Crip walking through a Wal-Mart eating a Twix
This is: his mom in the next aisle
Neglecting him while sending a text

He hears mom and dad yellin'
Mom always wanted divorce
Dad calling momma a whore
Drunk, been drinking all weekend
A couple of Coors
A couple of doors

and say its the greatest
Raft on the ocean yeah these waves got me flowing
Destination space so a rocket what I'm needing
Passing all these fiends yeah they

Leather boy's digging in his pockets
he doesn't have enough for both a beer and a rocket
I'm a honest motherfucker I hide waiting
to spot a friend

open the door
She said thank you amor
And I told her of course
Now we driving off
Walking up the stairs
Going up all the floors
The sexual tension is so

night in the lab about half past ten
A genius in stilettos made him think again

'Cause she led him by the hand through her office door
And the lab coats

Let's pop a bottle baby, we done had a long night
And we done said some bad things, but it's alright
And you can't leave me, you can't leave
I got

up its the neighbour from next door
He says ay man I don't know what you stressed for
But please can I
Can I get a little peace and quiet
Lately I

sundown
And we don't stop the sound
Till the sunrise comes around
Aight, aight
Who got next? Aight
I already got my part down
Yo, who call next? Aight
You

be direct
Just be direct
Just be direct
If you don't like me be direct
I can point you in the right direction 
To the exit door on the left
I can point

of the week

Drafted by the Street is what they say
Knew about the drugs because my mama had her ways 
I know she smoke crack but she kept her kids straight

Johnny was a troubling kid
His mother was an actual bit
Johnny lived by next door
And never even had a dog

The neighbors calling outside
They were

the next door
You wanna be free
But these chains are holding you down
You wanna swim deep 
But if you go to far you might drown

I wanna go back in time

known as a common girl next door
Little miss perfect wanted more
More than she could afford
Cute little package with a dirty mind
She was well known by

just like a diamond
Think I'm fallin in love with her smile I like my girls a lil extra
Everything I do big like Texas and I'm still next door like party

whacked-whacked
Thuggin', nigga what?
Send him to the other room
Yeah, next to the moon
When I'm geeked up, bottle shrooms
Smoke his ass like some fumes
Where

wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic waste

Six by nines through theses door panels
Make a bunch of noise
I'm mobbin' on these back
Streets and city blocks
Middle finger every cop
Chevy block

Holidae In [DVD]

Snoop Dogg

Now That's What I Call Music! DVD, Vol. 2

2004

me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then, feel

Holidae In

Snoop Dogg

Jackpot [Clean]

2003

me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then, feel

Loud

Tech N9ne

The Gates Mixed Plate

2010

baby making
Gotta chop that freak sitting next to me
Bitch look like some nialating
Hey sunday morning 'round eleven roll by interupting in

Kid Glo babyyyy woaaahhh, damnn
Ohh, ooohhhhhhh

And I got 1 aye, and I got 2
And I got 3 aye, and I got 4
Got bands galore aye, imma hit the mall