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To all my peoples
Got a little story to tell Straight from the ghetto Some of you gon feel it Some of y'all ain't Don't matter Still gon tell it Cos I heard a long time ago That changes were gonna come And I know you been waiting They never saw me coming That's the way it is So we're here to take you On a joyride To the new millennium base (or baby) (Or Bow down to a new way of life) About ass It's a new way of life (just wanna say thank you jesus) |
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This is goin' out
To the whole wide Westside Know what I'm sayin' Yeah Break it down for me Steady Mobbin (Rock) rock on I was just a young boy livin' in the Hub City Eastside Compton, G Sack in the days when Ice cube and Eazy Had every nigga talkin' 'bout, Boy, you can't f@#$ with me Remember Ice-T had the power (Ooh, wee) Hearin' gunshot lickin' by the hour When Too Short bumpin' every supersport And taught us all how to ride for the West Coast To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at Throw your gloves in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day, every day, any damn day Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop Can't stop the ride or die That's why I put it down for the Westside Didn't seem that long ago (Oh, no) We were stalin' forties out the liquor store (Oh, no) Mama started trippin', so it's time to go Out to the park with the locsters Everybody broke smokin' roaches DJ Quik was the s@#t Had every nigga claimin' he was from the CPT Ya' remember One time tried to clown We had to burn this b#@ch on down One time for my niggas in incarceration I blaze a dime with you for havin' lots of patience Two times for my sisters at the country building I got some Westside love for all you ghetto children Three times for my niggas that done passed away I tip some gin for you and pray for better days One day everything's gonna be fine But until that day my only reply Is Westside till I die To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at Throw your gloves in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day, every day, any damn day Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop Can't stop the ride or die That's why I put it down for the Westside From Crenshaw to Foothill Boulevard All I see is lowlows in mob cars, datin' and Five stars All the true h@#s is hittin' switches wth all the finest riches Of course the bombest bitches, don't get it twisted Ask me what's a real C Show me a nigga scrappin' back Against the wall until his knuckles bleed (Knuckles bleed) Screamin' death to all our enemies and those who don't believe West Coast livin' be the s#$t to me One time for my niggas in incarceration (Ooh yeah) I blaze a dime with you for havin' lots of patience Two times for my sisters at the country building I got some love for all you little ghetto children Three times for my niggas that done passed away I tip some gin for you and pray for better days One day everything's gonna be fine But until that day my only reply Is Westside till I die To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at Throw your gloves in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day (All day), every day (Every day), Any damn day (Any damn day) Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin' on and on, (Goin' on and on) It don't stop (and on and on), won't stop (And on and on), can't stop You could ride or die La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at Throw your gloves in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day (All day), every day (Every day), Any damn day (Any damn day) Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin' on and on, It don't stop, won't stop Can't stop You could ride or die TQ gon' give it up for the Westside To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at Throw your gloves in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day, every day, Any damn day Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin' on and on, It don't stop, won't stop Can't stop You could ride or die Got to give it up for the Westside |
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| 3. |
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7 11 6 & 4 They all score Yeah Mutha fuckin' Jazzy Fae Got me in line at 1:12 All high & shit Ha Thinkin' about what if the world was mine? Ha ha It'd be on in this mutha fucka Check it out [Verse 1] I been thinkin' since the capital Luck saw a baby kinda feel natural Triple lights on the crap table 7 11 6 & 4 they all score And every woman is a stripper so you can tip her Don't let it get ya Feel free to take her home wit ya I'd be in all the motion pictures And every whip I'm messin' wit, be a ten on the real shit And real niggas wouldn't have to try to be So I would never never - actin' violently And even if you didn't ride wit me you could still get high wit me If the world was mine [Chorus] You would never have to leave the sunshine And everbody'd be free to smoke weed wit us Shouldn't even have to deal wit one time Too many whips so we ain't got time If the world was mine I'd roll a baby blue 64 Wit all my niggas down front wit they dubs up, all night Call all the thugs & 'round 'em up And tell 'em all to come to my show If the world was mine [Verse 2] I take a puff so I can meditate Bump down the street & niggas wouldn't playa hate These are tickets for the na-nas My own recliner What's the matter wit ya eyes? Ain't ya high enough? Cali weed make 'em both swell So quit talkin' and blaze one up You in the middle of a world-wide mission to get paid enough Is the last nigga brave enough? His ass got ate up His whip got laid up She had to pay up My mind was made up, and stayed up I took 17 beats & laced 'em up wit a plot to blow the place up If the world was mine (Repeat chorus) [Verse 3] If I ruled the world Block parties wit the Mexicans Dominos wit the best of dem Black Lex, purple pearl In the city wit my next of kin, doin' lotsa shoppin' It's poppin' We won't be stoppin' 'til the loot runs out But it's my shit, so that won't happen Guaranteed to have y'all screamin' & clappin' On a high that lasts ya all night If the world was mine (Repeat chorus 3x) |
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| 3:40 |
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(Chorus) I kinda wanna drive Lexuses Sit back and live life high with the best of shit with a wrist full of ice in my president And a pocket full of Debbies that you can't imagine Guaranteed to make the best of it To have a yacht on a lake with water beds in it And a whole ot of women that are singin' to my shit With they hands up in the audience screamin' they want it They want T! When I was a lot younger I liked to sit up at the park & drink on St. Ides Drunk as fuck, I used to wonder why some niggas roll 64's on D's And some niggas let their khakis hang to their knees Will I end up just like one of these? Or smoke trees overseas and rock wimbley? Bring back a black Bentley full of Henessey And earl grey tea sippin' it with Naomi - And they on me! I wonder how it happened so fast To go from 33b to first class laughin' And all you hatas are hurt bad Imagine (Chorus) Before I go to sleep at night I say a prayer to the Lord above and I'm hopin' that he shows me luv 'Cause my shit be hot enough to have the world dancin' Smokin' weed on the beach in the sand and all my ladies look well in Chanel & Donna If I trip, they got my bail, so farewell your honor Ain't got no time for drama Too busy chillin' with the mamas in the Bahamas and everybody got they own bag of ganja And you can go & roll a bleezie of you wanna Ain't got to worry 'bout nobody all up on ya! (Chorus) Give me a house in Fayetteville and a blue five hundred Next door to Evander - In the tub with Michelle & Samantha And a black pet panther And you ring the doorbell, I don't answer And you can't stand it And you askin' "TQ why you act that way?" 'Cause it's too many hatas with somethin' to say I'm too busy blowin' up with my homeboy J! (Chorus - 2x) |
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| 4:18 |
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Yeah KB noon time Steady Mobb'n L.A. to the Bay Atlanta GA Yeah That's the way we do it baby They never saw me coming Like a thief in the night Haven't you heard about it? New nigga in town everybody listen I got a message for you don't want you to miss it Gangstas make the world go round as it was written That's why at every show somebody trippin' So listen Now I like to smoke weed & drink straight yak And fuck wit dime pieces, because I got it like that Make all the strippers love me, because my tips stay fat And my 'Lac is all that Haven't you heard about it? 1 - Got every ghetto in the country wantin' it Even if they playa hate, they bumpin' it (Can't live without it) I heard you're lookin' for that real life gangsta shit But they never saw me coming Haven't you heard about it? To all my niggas down south, I know what you like And all my peoples on the west, it's on tonight (Can't live without it) And everybody in the east, believe me Anybody talkin' beef, can eat these They never saw me coming We make the front page story in every city Couldn't believe all the niggas that was down wit me Had all these other bustas lookin' silly We don't ride no ponies, just roll on goldies Nigga please Come off that shit, this is a new era Straighten up your sideburns, stop wearin' mascara I hope it's for the sake of sellin' records Either way, you need to check yourself about bein' a real nigga So figure My momma told me I was unexplainable Said I was gifted, but I chose to act a fool And in the end, it be the fool that got me through Even back in school, I used to dream about it To have the whole world screamin', throwin' up their dubs Just wanna give 'em what they needin', and show 'em love Truth is I'm a thug But I still can blow, so what So tell me the motha-fuckin' problem Haven't you heard about it? Repeat 1 [Jay] ??? face the fact Never thought, never knew I would come like that. No time to make a track Drunk off yak Still no excuse, for Mr. Magoo Some niggas wanna trip off Tim-buck 2 Pass me a blunt, I like to get blunted Never saw me comin' in a black 600 Bump it like a bitch Got a twitch in da switch We oughtta know who major rich Sound like my son Better ride in this shit Learn to love these west coast hits Stop makin' tracks wit all the same kids Better close the deal Let's keep it on the real Never understood how you managed a deal Smashed up the town Got money by the pound [TQ] Haven't you heard about it? Repeat 1 to fade |
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| 3:50 |
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Yeah uh mm give it to me Mmmmm yeah Yeah yeah Mm no no no no Seems like every night right before I go to sleep I say a little prayer to the Lord that he keep me I used to be the kind of nigga that didn't give a fuck about nobody The slightest little thing would make me mad Especially if it involved my money And I can't tell you 'bout the next man But I love pullin' up in big sedans Wit all my niggas in a caravan Holla if ya hear me Now I'd love to break ya, bring ya down And take you back again But that would take too much time And I gotta hit the streets again 1 - And even if the sun don't shine, I'll still be hustlin' Gotta get that money, make that money Keep it comin', if it takes all night, can't be strugglin' Somebody come help me Can ya tell me why is slangin' always on my mind? Must be buggin' I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me If they tapped my line Don't mean nothin' I'll still be hustlin' Now I hate to be the one to tell ya, but I don't mind Niggas can hate if they want to And I'm still gon' get mine Yes, I still be ridin' in a SC on dubs And I won't be seen at none of the clubs And uh, all your women would know who I was (And that you wouldn't like) And that you wouldn't like If everybody kept they mind on gettin' they skrilla Won't be no time to fuck with mine, so won't be no killin' I'll just sit back and recline, smoke this Philly And keep my fingers laced with diamonds like Big Willie But for now, catch me on Compton Avenue With a handful of hundreds and a strap or two Puttin' it down for my niggas like they told me to You need some candy, so won't you come thru Repeat 1 [E-40] Sometimes I'm suited up Sometimes I'm bummy, lookin' like a crook Hair all nappy and wild - we call it the full nuk Mashin', mobbin' and thrashin' Woopers, horns and tweeters blastin' Throbbin', hoggin' and doggin' Godzilla ballin' When it's money callin'? War-rank Just ride your runners fool Be 'bout your bank Sittin' fat like ? All about my money, duffle bags full of scratch Artillery fire arms and gats Reep my mill, cap my feddy, get my bread ? on my tail, but I'm tryin' for them, but they want me dead Cuz I made it out the game without a clue or trace Used to sell that bass Rock cavvy candy, ?????? Never had to stop, enemies on the block, they knew it (they knew it) As far as I was concerned, ? man I do it Check it out Money schemin' Prince Albert, Chocolate Philly, Glocks Garcia Vegas Black and Miles on the pack again (yes) What you know about that? TQ and E-40 Fonzarelli a.k.a. Charlie Hustle, easy Biotch!!! |
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| 4:14 |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
This is a story, a modern day ghetto tragedy About the other side of the gang This shit backfired, you feel me? This time it's just the way it happened So listen closely, you might learn something Check it out I'm just sittin', smokin' weed and looking at some old pictures From mom's house of when I was a young boy (When I was a young boy) And the first one that I see is of me and Melinda On the roof throwin' gang signs The kind of homie that you don't find But she always kept things on her mind She never was my baby, we had a crush When we were younger We used to hump and that was it No bullshit, she was eleven, I was ten But she meant more to me than any woman since [Chorus:] Remember Melinda I used to stay across the street from her She could have been a supermodel Don't remember doing shit without her I often think about her Remember Melinda Never really found her way home I loved her like my sister Dear Lord I really miss her, one wish Long as I live, I'll always remember Melinda She always had a lot of drama Watchin' daddy drunk, beating on mama She used to stuff grams in her bra for my nigga Rob Twistin' niggas was her job, married to the mob I used to take her on runs with me She'd sit in the passenger seat and count the funds for me It's my fault, I introduced her to the game To find out she couldn't hang, and it's a shame That I remember when she started actin' crazily Was first day she brought my yay to me Let's get some yack because you made me now The first lick is about to get paid now But wait up, what's the deal why ain't you happy Something's wrong and that's real an open package That's when I finally realize Melinda getting high off of my supply! [Chorus] And no I'll never forget the night Her nose started bleeding, her eyes turned white And I can't get it out of my mind I'm telling you I still remember, yes I remember 12:30 on the dot here come the doc The news he's bringing me, I'm shocked Another victim, and I done made my self a killing All for the love of drug dealing [Chorus x 3] Remember Melinda I'm sorry Melinda |
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[Tray] Big Tray Deee up in here Layin' fools down wit the homie TQ I gots to do this for my bread & meat This the only way I know how to eat Fools don't know I'm steady on the come up Ya know what I'm sayin'? Well I was takin' up surveylance tryin' to peep this lick To get the layout raps so I could peal his ?flip? This outta town nigga tryin' to pose & clock So I popped my glock as I observed the spot Was layin' in the cut 'til it's time to jet 7:30PM, now the sun is set My G is in the alley, duffle bag in the trunk Containing gloves, ski mask & my sawed off pump Now when the shit jump, I'll be fully prepared No time for bein' nervous, too down to be scared About to put the plan in effect First, I check the streets And then I precede to creep [TQ] 1 - Promise the Lord that if you let me do one more lick I'mma stop slangin' & get out this shit No more indo, no more yay But let me keep my Benz & my crib in GA I pray to the Lord that you do the same for all of my friends I don't ever wanna say this prayer again Gotta see a million and I'm through with this And all I'm gonna need is just one more lick [TQ] In the morning when I wake up Head to the bathroom, gotta shave my face up Go pick my nigga Jay up )From Corina house, where he always laid up Listen up, we got a busy day My nigga Noid say 23 birds comin' our way And they landin' at the docks at 9 o'clock Let's go see D-Mack at the neighborhood glock shop Repeat 1 In the evening, we in the Benzo Listenin' to 2Pac, blowin' up some indo And my cellular is getting crossed up I call Kellie, tell her not to wait up (wait up) Nine o'clock on the dot, we at the dock I got my eyes on the nigga wit the dredlocks He the first one I'm gonna pop when the loot come out I'm tapping Bennie so he know which on I'm talkin' about Now shit's about to change - Nigga put ya hand up Before you get stuck And it's turnin' out to be a beautiful day We got the money & the yay Dippin' on the freeway Next day, the Narc's raid about 6 in the morning You know, break of fuckin' dawn Now Kellie in the courtroom cryin' when I stand up I guess it's one prayer the Lord didn't answer, no no no no Damn I done fucked up 25 wit a iz-L Oh well Repeat 1 to fade |
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So you're all in my mind. Let me tell ya what I see. What seems so
Hard to find Just another part of me. When all of my friends come Around we love to just pass her pass her. Don't have to be feelin' Down on the day after. And we've always been together since I Can remember So we'll stay the same. You've been salted up so Bad but I don't care what nobody says. (Chorus) Darlin' Mary You know I can't leave alone. She makes me happy - And they say loving you is wrong. Can't be mad at me, no - She Puts me in a zone. And I wish I coulda got me just a little bit to take Home. I love my darlin' Mary. So you think it ain't right. Well let me explain. I love my darlin' Mary - She makes my heart sang. Whenever I'm feelin' lonely, I Take a ride up the street. Give KO his 20 dollas - He gives Mary Back to me. And she always stays a long time, 'cause she likes Phillies. Can't fuck wit no zags. And when she runs out, no need to Go crazy - Just get another bag. (Chorus) Now I've been told not to love nobody, but ain't nobody like Mary. Don't mean to be selfish, but I, I only like the best shit, so I... If you want to get really lit, put 10 on it, and we can & go get Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary.. (Chorus - 3x) |
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| 4:51 |
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Ericka: Wassup boo? How you doin'?
TQ: How I'm doin'? Ya know how I'm doin'. I'm doin' fucked up in her. Ready to get up outta this motha-fucka. Ericka: Nigga, you ain't got to say it with no attitude. TQ: I'm just sayin', man, it's bad up in here. How you doin'? What's poppin with it? Ericka: I'm alright, everything alright, I guess. TQ: You handlin' shit? Like you supposed to be handlin' it? Ericka: Now you know. TQ: Better not be no niggas around my house. Ericka: Nigga, you got me all fucked up. How you gon' say some shit like that? TQ: I'm just sayin', man.Shit, just keepin' it real TQ: Been in here about a year Never thought the game would take me under About to get my first tear, when I'm sittin in my cell I wonder What are you doing outside Are you giving all my ass up Ericka: Wait a minute nigga you better back up I told you a long time ago I'd always have your back I'm still coming off with half of them checks, so why are you trippin? Ain't got to worry 'bout nobody getting up in your stuff Soon as the jury said guilty I closed it up Bought you a new Bible with a blunt in it already rolled up Between Numbers and Dueteronomy is where you'll fine me TQ: Don't mind me, I'm feenin' baby I want some ass real bad Locked up wit' all these hard legs, scrappin' daily I miss my baby, I'm going crazy, I gotta get out of this place (Chorus) TQ: How can you love me? Ericka: Somebody gotta do it TQ: It's gott be hard Ericka: Ain't really nothing to it TQ: But you make me happy Ericka: You know you really shouldn't have no doubt - can't wait till you get out TQ: I guess I didnt' believe it Ericka: You spend all your time TQ: Fucked up getting weeded Ericka: But you make me happy TQ: So I'm sittin here countin' the days down - Can't wait till I get out...... (Bridge) Things can get back to the way they used to be You and me in a chromed out E - bumpin' Bone Thugs Pedal to the floor, dippin' kinda high and trippin', I really wanna hit it, your shit is finger lickin' Ericka: Wait a minute I really miss you, so don't get me started Sweating bumpin' and grinding right through these bars and Got a little something to help you make it - just picture me naked Can't feel your body and I hate it.. I'm going crazy Ericka: Gotta get my mind off this, 'bout to go up to the mall and buy an outfit TQ: If you spend all my loot and I'm gonna be pissed - that's no bullshit Ericka: Now who in the hell do you think you're talking to You know I'm the only one in the world who will put up with you TQ: Got 72 more days in here, it seems like 20 years Can't smoke, can't drink no beer, can't get no ass in here So when I finally get home It's gonna be on, cause I'm gonna be lickin' and kissing and sticking all week long (Chorus |
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| 4:53 |
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At night I can't seem to get no sleep
Addicted to indo and Hennessy I'm stressed homes - got my vest on Friday night and I'm chillin' with my baby In a black 600 Lorenzo's on it And I'm...al up on them thighs, smokin' on doja So I guess I didn't see them niggas behind me We at the stop light - get out your car nigga Before I exit - they start pullin' triggas So now I'm duckin' and divin' try to survivin' All I can hear is gun shots and crying Then in an instant - the crying stopped Look at my Benz all windows bucked out I see my girlfriend layin' on the asphalt Bleedin' lookin' dead at me All I can say is... Bye Bye Baby I can't believe it - these niggas done shot my baby The only thing that make me go crazy Somebody gonna feel my 380 My My Baby won't live to see it It's gonna be murder - I guarantee it You already had it comin' boy for steppin' to me But y'all shouldn't have fucked with my baby Now I met her at the Beverly and she was the bombest She had me goin' nigga - I'm gonna be honest And she was stacked with big bags behind her Matter of fact - she kinda looked like Tyra All the niggas used to stop when they see her Dressed in black - laid back demeanor Nigga she gone now - and I'm all upset I'm like a grown child - I want my baby back But now it's on pal - all things behind us I'm gonna take you where no one can find ya Mind ya, I'm about to go crazy Gimme my Baby - Gimme my Baby Bye Bye Baby I can't believe it - these niggas done shot my baby The only thing that make me go crazy Somebody gonna feel my 380 My My Baby won't live to see it It's gonna be murder - I guarantee it You already had it comin' boy for steppin' to me But y'all shouldn't have fucked with my baby Now I try not to think about all the things that we did together We make the bedroom walls shake from in the living room I was so infatuated with everything you do Somebody took you away from me with a shell or two And I'm gonna ride, 'cause that's what the hell I do Gonna be some madness tellin' you This shell's 4 u What they wanna do Bye Bye Baby I can't believe it - these niggas done shot my baby The only thing that make me go crazy Somebody gonna feel my 380 My My Baby won't live to see it It's gonna be murder - I guarantee it You already had it comin' boy for steppin' to me But y'all shouldn't have fucked with my baby Bye Bye Baby I can't believe it - these niggas done shot my baby The only thing that make me go crazy Somebody gonna feel my 380 My My Baby won't live to see it It's gonna be murder - I guarantee it You already had it comin' boy for steppin' to me But y'all shouldn't have fucked with my baby Bye Bye Baby I can't believe it - these niggas done shot my baby The only thing that make me go crazy Somebody gonna feel my 380 My My Baby won't live to see it It's gonna be murder - I guarantee it You already had it comin' boy for steppin' to me But y'all shouldn't have fucked with my baby Bye Bye Baby I can't believe it - these niggas done shot my baby The only thing that make me go crazy Somebody gonna feel my 380 My My Baby won't live to see it It's gonna be murder - I guarantee it You already had it comin' boy for steppin' to me But y'all shouldn't have fucked with my baby |
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| 4:00 |
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In the morning when I wake up I think about all of the crazy things that we been through. And my momma she told me there were gonna be days like this. And I guarantee she was tellin' the truth. When I close my eyes I see Eazy No more thuggin' just love every day in the heavens above with his DJ listenin' to music that I just made. Hey... (CHORUS) Just wanna sing a little somethin' for the people that done passed away. Now tell me, can you feel it? When you're livin' in better days. And I pray to God, I hope you're listenin', if we try then we could one day be... For one time, in your mind, everything is alright. Until it happens, I'll be on my knees beggin' for a better way. Now my background say... Now every once in a while I remember that I... I miss my Grand daddy. All the little things we sat & talked about. I wish you could see me now. From the side of my bed with my head down - To outside wit' my homies tippin' Gin now. Seems like I got a whole lot of friends now. So let me tell you what I'm talkin' about. And now that I got my mind made up, I ain't got no time to wait up. So I'm gonna keep givin' it way up. If you ever should think I ain't true to that, in "My peoples if you wit me where you at." We brought y'all back! (Chorus) [Break it on down......] (Ad-libs) Just wanna sing a little somethin'.. Somethin'... (Chorus - 2x) |
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