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A young hog in the hood playin' chase |
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Smile on his face |
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Havin' fun 'cuz it ain't nothin' like this place |
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And you don't wanna race |
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Fool I got the new ones on |
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And we can run from the corner to the |
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Newman's home |
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And after that we goin' go raid the plum tree |
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And stick ball down where those bos be |
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Mom's got the door open bumpin' |
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Marvin Gaye |
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Let's get it on all day everyday |
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At night I pray |
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Lord just let me make it |
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And if I die before |
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I wake then my soul you take it |
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Never fake it |
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My older brother taught me game |
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And sometimes even let the young soldier hang |
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As a loc My only duty was to soak |
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And pass it on to my comrads and closest folks |
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All friends |
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I knew about it as a child |
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I stood proud have you ever seen a ghetto smile? |
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I'm at the junior high actin bad at the dance |
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The slow jam got me with a woody in my pants |
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And my baby with me |
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Her Momma used to babysit me |
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And back then she was just plain old pretty |
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But nowadays it seems that she done grown |
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Jeans fitting and her perm gotta hella long |
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Would I be wrong if |
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I whisper and take her down |
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And maybe play housesitter with her like the |
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Pound It's goin' down about now in the |
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Northern Bay |
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The OG's put it down and make they pay |
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Flip a 6-8 'stang with the blew out braids |
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The only homey in the hood ridin' on thangs |
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And as I peep it thangs have got a little deeper |
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And everybody and their |
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Momma done bought a beeper |
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And then they post on the lake gettin' loose and wild |
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You know the scene it's the ghetto smile |
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At 18 I graduated and now |
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I'm grown |
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About time for the dog to get his own bone |
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I left home got a condo out on |
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Quailridge |
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And like a king is how this young playa live |
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Swimmin' parties in the pool with my dope to roll |
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Wasn't trippin' off nathin' we was all folks |
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Hillside in the house and we gettin' perved |
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Freestylin' gettin' on my neighbor's nerves |
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I love the hood so everyday |
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I'm back to visit |
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And swoop the young so that they can come through and kick it |
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And peep the game just as |
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I did as a kid |
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And watch the savage get his cabbage and place his bid |
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And even though we fight we still remain game tight |
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Handle business and always open for fogiveness |
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It ain't nothin' like a homey you ain't seen in awhile |
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So when you meet him greet him with that ghetto smile |