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ALL THE TIME THAT YOU WERE STANDING BY MY SIDE SHE'S THAT PICTURE PERFECT KIND I CAN'T BELIEVE I WAS SO BLIND DO YOU REMEMBER THE TIME YOU KNOW I
Yo Yo Premier? Yeah whassup G? That trip to L.A. may be delayed Why whassup I'm on my way to the airport now Yeah well your boy Guru got
way, you won't know It's by trial and error Trial and error, yeah, yeah I'm very much aware of my weaknesses Even if I tried, they wouldn't let me
Four-hundred and twenty-three By a hundred and twelve by fifty-one There must be a Better place to Be somebody Be somebody else Inside the mind
say nothing at first I just turned up my nose She said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost $20" I said, "Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!"
Ride, cowboy, ride Don't ride too slow Tucson's a mighty long way yet to go He started his long ride in Prescott The sun was a hundred or more
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings? That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one And another one, and another one And another one, 24-karats,
(get you styed by Meech) She got a perfect smile, she went to Columbia for her teeth (for her teeth) I'm puttin' her in a G-Wagon, regular Benz way too
Leather seats TV's with the beat too How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through And my rims way bigger than yours How you ridin'? Bad
By the light of the moon To a 50's tune He pledged his love to her A girl so rare A girl so fair The girl for him for sure He could see himself
The DOC- Hey yo Dre (yeah, what's happening?) Have you ever met this female by The name of ah Tairrie B? Dr dre- yeah, yeah, I met her The DOC-
love our music slowed down by screw [Lil' Flip] Down south lil flip wreckin all these boys Major labels don't even wanna call these boys [Lil' Flip]
to do time No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence For death, you do it by yo God-damn self He gettin clean, so we gave him a job Had
comin' up Just check the shit that I have done, 'cause I got 33 ways, to murder the game, being as real as I can Bitch, I ain't playin' You fuckin' with
I miss that New York City coffee served-up twenty-four hours-a-day it gives you the right kind of jitters in a nice kinda bittersweet way I don't
poppin' people and we only in our twenties (Oh) O six Bettis with the way that we run this Oh she let us any time that we want it (Yeah she does) Night
Man all y'all make Wall Hall the best hall Beautiful walls in beautiful hallways But sometimes it feels like my life Has been headed the wrong way
you see it by now, this shit different, nigga Livin' life out the way, I'm just doin' me I been countin' all these hunnids in these cuban links Bad
[DJ Quik:] Ay, come here miss lady Check it out, well meet me half way there now Damn, check this, look I already know your name is Sheila Cus I
same old story Took by the same old fourty Twenty forty years Same old shawty that you knew from the East On 91st with Cory Starting to feel like this
You got me wide awake Two, three, four a.m. don't matter the time a day Yeah, you don't know where to go, but you gon' find a way Yeah, life's
If I could find a way I would crawl back to you All the time it takes Still wouldn’t be soon Enough by the way I notice brightest days Only come when
Back in my old ways (I'm back) Back to the old days (yeah, yeah) Mmm, they goin' know my name Back to the old days (I'm Back) Back in my old ways
in the corner Out the door in early morning Get ahead of today's scoring By the afternoon it's gone I know I fucked up I ain't got no self control But
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