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Is it love, that I feel? |
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What I'm feelin' inside |
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Uh, Yea |
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It's a love song, for everybody |
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Everybody man, everybody |
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Me, Sabzi, your mom, your mom's mom |
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Everybody |
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Nobody in particular, everybody in general |
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If we need to be specific, you can get at me |
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I'll get at you, whatever's good, ya know |
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Yo, I don't really got no rhymes y'all I got a couple of problems |
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And the reason that I'm tellin' y'all is that I'm looking to solve them |
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And furthermore, you heard it before, you probably got them |
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So now it's time for us to settle the score and air the laundry |
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But not before I preface this song |
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And say I still got love for you |
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It's been a minute since we talked |
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And I heard it through the bamboo |
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Telegraph the half-truths of cash rules |
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Then please consider the payment past due |
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In fact you smear appearance to your mutual friends |
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Will make you wonder why some daps and hugs would start to turn limp |
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Did you volunteer your secrets? |
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Did you snitch out your people |
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To get cool with some fools that we used to have some beef with? |
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And he said that she said that they went and did somebody dirty |
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And you heard it and now you're no longer friends |
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I don't operate on that sort of level |
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I'm face to face |
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No fake Kobe Bryant and Shaquille O'Neal types of handshakes |
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Got a problem with me? Try diplomacy |
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Instead of side talk on sidewalks |
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And pretending that you don't notice me |
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Or telling people that you're worried about me |
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And saying nothing when you see a brother walkin' around |
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To nobody in particular and everybody in general |
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Don't take this either personal, emotional or literal |
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'Cause if we both about similar sets of principals |
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Then check me and I'll check you, like we're supposed to do |
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Everybody get hurt, everybody cries |
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Everybody falls down, not everybody rise |
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Not everybody talks, but everybody lies |
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Not everybody lives, but everybody dies |
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You might have owed me cash |
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Or put my shit on blast |
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And talk behind my back |
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But I still got love |
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You never held me close |
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When I needed it most |
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How can I call you my folks |
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When you ain't got no love? |
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You might have owed me cash |
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Or put my shit on blast |
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Or talk behind my back |
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And I still got love |
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You never held me close |
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When I needed it most |
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How can I call you my folks |
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When you ain't got no love? |
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And I still got no rhymes y'all, got a couple of problems |
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And the reason that I'm telling y'all, is that I'm looking to solve them |
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And furthermore, you heard it before, you probably got them |
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And now it's time for us to settle the score and air the laundry |
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But not before I finish this song |
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And say I still got love for the Barkada |
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Y'all the reason that I still rock |
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We separated through geographic locations |
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And we steadily walked along |
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You taught me loyalty and patience |
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And I never meant to flake |
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It's just my calendar's stacked now |
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'93 until infinity, let's take it back now |
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From car trips around the South of the sound |
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From B-town to downtown |
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And back clownin' out loud |
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Out at 15, keep it in tact and never fractured |
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Sometimes I wish that I can travel back so I can capture |
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The laughter, the waterfront, the ball courts, the tracks |
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Tiltin' Carlo Rossi back in the summer of 2000 |
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Kicked it in the North before I bounced to the South and |
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Holdin' down the Heist every night was like a Saturday |
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And now when, I see you in the crowd |
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I get reminded how we came about the shadows of this military town |
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And for those still there, I hold your names close |
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And though I'm never in the church no more, I hold you in my prayers |
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And I only hope our paths will cross each other more often |
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Without you first believing in me, I'd still be lost 'cause |
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Everybody get hurt, everybody cries |
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Everybody falls down, and not everybody rise |
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Not everybody talks, but everybody lies |
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Not everybody lives, but everybody dies |
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You might have owed me cash |
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Or put my shit on blast |
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Or talked behind my back |
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But I still got love |
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You never held me close |
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When I needed it most |
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How can I call you my folks |
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When you ain't got no love? |
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You might have owed me cash |
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Or put my shit on blast |
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Or talked behind my back |
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And I still got love |
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You never held me close |
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When I needed it most |
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How can I call you my folks |
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When you ain't got no love? |
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... Nice here for hours |
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Talk all types of shit? |
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I mean like, let's talk about these nigga's shoes |
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Niggas be hatin' 'cause I be havin' hella tight shoes |
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And they buy the exact same pair of Nikes |
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Like, naw, I'm sayin', yadadimean sayin', I'm sayin' |
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Fools, say that they still make notes right? |
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Cats be actin' like they know me better than I know myself |
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Based off of some Nike too low shit, know what I'm sayin'? |
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5 or 6 years ago I come back and nigga's was tellin' me |
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"Oh I know who he is." And ain't tryin' to let me be me |
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You know, I'm tryin' to branch out and make the music I wanna make |
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And like niggas wanted me to fuckin' |
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You know what I'm sayin'? |
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Like what is this? |
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I gotta have a Jheri Curl and shit |
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You know what I'm sayin'? |
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Talkin' about eatin' babies |
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They want me to be like the Seattle Brotha Lynch |
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I'm tryin' to be Q-Tip |
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And they're like, "Nah, Nah, Nah" |
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It's cool, I still got love for you though baby |
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It's all good |
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It's all good |
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You know that blue shit |
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... |
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Bleh! |
