Lyrics:
bucks, spot them by the antler size
Still put my hands to guys, cock back, Hammer Time
Dodge your little shots, rev it up, then ram you guys
Spitting all
looked twice at you
If I would've knew the girl next door
Would've been you
I probably would've shared my grub
Depending on how close we was
By now we
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
looked twice at you
If I would've knew the girl next door
Would've been you
I probably would've shared my grub
Depending on how close we was
By now we
Snoop: I do too, the guy who was seated next to him
Officer: You mean, Suge Knight?
Snoop: Yes
[Daz Dillinger]
Awww shit!
How the fuck can you niggas be
door I said the girl next door
I'm talking bout the girl that foxy little girl that pretty little girl next door
I'm talking bout the girl that foxy
watch out"
I slammed my door and said
"You don't know what you're talkin' about"
Mama said I sang when the telephone rang
And she called out "Honey,
Let me tell you bout a guy I know,
He's my baby and he lives next door
Every morning when the sun comes up,
He brings me coffee in my favorite cup
old
she was talking to me about how long she lived there.
We went next-door and there were two guys eating ice cream and being super ridiculous about
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
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
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
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
The smiles, the bed, the telephone
Still I can't make him see
I can't call this life my own
Cause I'm not where I want to be
'round these streets by
slammed my door and said
"You don't know what you're talkin' about"
Mama said I sang when the telephone rang
And she called out, "Honey, it's Ray"
And like
Let me tell you bout a guy I know,
He's my baby and he lives next door
Every morning when the sun comes up,
He brings me coffee in my favorite cup
Let me tell you bout a guy I know,
He's my baby and he lives next door
Every morning when the sun comes up,
He brings me coffee in my
Words and music by Tom T. Hall
From Real - The Tom T. Hall Project
Originally by Tom T. Hall
Have you read any good telephone books lately?
If you
for the next guy?
And the next guy?
And the next guy?
I'll be gone and,
By the end of the night,
The only trace of me,
Will be the name in your notes
a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,
Went to sleep, and didn't get up until the next morning, when we got a phone
Call from Officer Obie. He said,
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
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