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world 
Bitches stay wet like a Jheri curl 
And niggas in there deep like she was a pearl 
Steady looking for hickeys like they name was Earl 
And they

got two notes that they aint towin used to ride the beater
Beater buzzing, no discussion Hit me when she needed sumn
When we in the hotbox they all

Grail, can't have no fear

[Verse 2, Bizzy Bone]
Hoodtails, strictly for my niggas doin fed time, dead time
Lookin for Revelations, look in yo mind

White Prism

Lou Reed

Ecstasy

2000

There's a white prism with phony jism
Spread across its face
And the soulful convicts forever interred
Lose the smile across their faces

to prove
Even though nigguhs might think you cool
I can tell by your eyes, you're lonely
No need to be a phony, homie
Show me what's the 411
Or the 412, if

to reality 
Go by Italy 
Take all my niggas with me
Need that fetty on the way 
First contract got it out the way 
These niggas stay out of date 
D2r my kinda

cye bwoi
Chat to dem
Ju dont know
What happen to you (I don't know)
2 questions (whatchu got?)
If marriage ain't a game, then why is called
cheating?

digits
Two on each side of Seven
Sentient
Under moon's crescent
Count our blessings
By measurement
To the power of two
Basked in sol essence

Squinted by

knows all this weight
Can't shake it off by my damn self

Tryna stay motivated but its like niggas hate when you ain't being ratchet
Had to let go

Praise be to God, it's a brand new day
I'm seeing everything in a brand new way
Enemy stay coming for your neck like a lei
Got God as my coach, no

Verse 1:

It's The mind of the adventurous, used to being shy but he mischievous,& catch em by surprise like Christmas's,  now that I got everybody

by nature's author
A floral figure born from the fauna, here no longer
Had she lost her way Dived too deep submerged in her work
Or maybe did she take

shit on me
Oh baby you ought to believe when I tell you the truth
That don’t be a creep, don’t be a creep no
Just don’t be a creep, no no no x 2
I think

gravou uma primorosa versão de “Grândola, Vila Morena” na compilação “Não São Paulo – II” (Baratos Afins, 1986), e no álbum de estréia (365, Continental,

and two and then leave out the word Truth
Yea that's me

I go to my lab and I pick out a beat while I'm writing my lyrics I'm shootin' the breeze
I stay

and me

Well 3 years later, married
And thinking of some kids
All in good time
I say 2, and she says 3
We stay in Fridays
Because our house parties are

stay a moment
Don't leave me in the dark again

cnd just for a moment
I existed in your atmosphere
The trajectory of two souls spinning
Magnetic poles

and let’s get out of here “baby”

Verse 2:
You invite me over by phone
With serious intentions
Another day as a companion
My heart sings “La Cancion”

Pretentious shorties I've been with
My friends that had me convicted
It's been two years and I'm slippin'
Still got no pot to piss in
It's everyone goes,

till I reach the top
My own version of the t-t-top
I ain't no follower and
I ain't no goofy
Ima make my own movie
If you hating keep it movin

First

to flow,
can you feel it like I feel it
do it up and down,
wait a sec
what I feel
now there is no throughout
Come on let's dance now,
moving on the floor,

stay in bed

In bed no problems get me
No people gonna hurt me
Twist my brain, throw me in flames
Hit by a train, Make me insane

I don't want the pain

intuition
With no inhibition, imma stay consistent
Imma keep on winnin, imma make these millions
Imma make a change
Been through the struggle and been through

'bout the beaches and them Cali trees
I can't imagine how magical it would happen
It won't be easy, but that's no reason to stay stagnant
We not