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Teed ******s with braids inhale the haze |
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Reminisce on days trapped inside that cage |
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Poppa left nada, no father I wasn't fazed |
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To replace him in the mornings waking up I wouldn't shave |
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My peach fuzz got my fe buzz, ****** on citas |
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Learned from baby mommas they knew more than all my teachers |
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Shootin shots up at Darby |
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My ****** really shootin shots, he hit a cop he wasn't sorry |
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Told me thats the way of life my ****** thats just how we fight my ****** |
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That's just how we gotta get down |
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And if you ever life yo life my ****** make sure that it's right my ****** |
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Make sure that yo ******s really down, then its all good |
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They'll stop yo money fo you get it |
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Cause johnny at yo temple like a fitted |
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And Ronnie know the spots you like to kick it |
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Shots through yo window twist yo body like a gymnast |
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Now I'm on it, I'm on it |
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And all my ******s is on it |
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They shot at Dre for his Jordans |
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We'll deal with that in the morning |
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See some of my ******s is corny |
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But them my ******s you feel me |
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The crime is loyal I'm guilty |
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So drop the gavel come kill me (hold up wait) |
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See my uncle Sonny taught me how the white man gon be salty |
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If he ever snooped and caught me |
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In his daughter CD player that mean she bought me |
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See that ticket that mean she saw me |
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See that poster that mean she love me |
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VIP yeah that mean she ****** me |
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She ****** me why you mad Mr. Whiteman |
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******t, cause after all you still a white man |
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You ain't living how I'm living |
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The chuck ******ens of this new edition smooth as Michael Bevins, wait |
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So what the ****** they gon tell me |
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Huh |
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What the ****** they gon tell me |
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This is, The Lovestory LP |
