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We smashing, |
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Thousand be the head of the class 'n' |
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Rollin thru ya party with the stereo blastin' we creepin' |
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It's bin' seven since last weekend, |
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Everybody in the club freekin' |
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And in the corner, I can see ya standin' there, |
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Black jacket 'n' long hair we've been exchanging stares, |
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'n' I know ya, 'n' what'cha thinkin' yeah right, |
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Wearin' ya clothes air-tight at the club every night 'n', |
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Don't'cha know that brothers don't like the girls, |
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That be into the guys that be tellin them lies 'n' listen here hun, |
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Life's more than this, |
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Ya tryin to tell me that'cha never get bored of this?, |
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Yo, check this who you eye'in up for ya set list, |
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Frontin' with ya fake gold necklace, |
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Not respected, 'n' yet ya wonderin' why, |
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Seen the gleam in ya eyes, as soon as ya spotted them dolla signs $, |
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Girl what's next? who you hittin' up for the rolex? |
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Brothers need to clear their specs, |
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Boy ya gettin' gamed on, thinkin' she loves you 'n' all that, |
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Need to get it all back, move on 'n' step off that, |
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She's the wrong type, but same goes for females, |
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Cuz' guys be spittin' lies, not telling the details, |
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In the fine print, baby girl, don't sweat it, |
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Cuz one of these days you'll regret it, |
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And yo, the moral of the story is, |
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Dogs and cats are notorious, for gettin' funny around cash money, |
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So lesson learned, 'n' ya playin' with fire get burned, |
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Respect yourself, peace, kid hope ya learned |
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You think ya somethin' more ya so supafly, |
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To the fact you're blind, you're so empty inside, |
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It's hard for me to get this thru to you, |
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To the fact ya blind, baby, blind, baby, |
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Well it's the Sundance Kid, |
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Yo the rap villain, man for real and, |
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Peeps catchin' feelin's of the lyrical caps that I'm peeling, |
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Makin' noise y'all, me 'n' my krutch boys y'all, stand tall, |
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Cuz yo we ain't never gonna fall, man forget that, |
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Yo, we'll keep constantly comin' right back, |
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Like CHRIST when he rose on the third |
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Strikin' ya nerves take ya down, down, like Titanic to icebergs, |
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If ya messin' with a girl for her curves, |
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And yo, ya might be, you think ya somethin high and mighty, |
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Might be that you be frontin, |
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Most likely, no doubt, money be singin' the same song, |
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Respect yourself hun, it's the 34th Psalm |
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And sometimes I feel, so unbreakable, I'm so forsakeable, |
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I'm shattered, |
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And things aren't as they seem, |
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They're so in between, they're so make believe, |
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That it's un-real, |
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And wake me up when things are better, |
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Cuz I can't take much more of this and take these rags, |
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But leave my comfortable sweater, |
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And leave me alone, then leave me alone, alone, alone, a-lone |
