| baby used to be a California dream
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| baby used to be a California dream
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| baby used to be a California dream
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| but eventually everything becomes a dirt pit
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| in a showroom frame I attract another hit
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| if you run to the sun, call Lu, then you trip
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| I think it’s time for you to retire, you skipped
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| that’s what you get when you suck to much sess
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| you get penis end, like the girl in the tight dress
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| a mess hall, we all in your balling
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| there’s no where to run when the roll is calling
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| may it be me, cause I flow from within girls
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| tell me I’m a hoe, drop the stereo and we can flow
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| loop like cause this might be magic
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| watch it might engulf you and catch your snatch
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| there it is, what it is
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| a house is in the middle of the street
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| to swallow my gift is a feat
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| but I hate to see without eyes
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| when people try to sabotage
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| but I’m quite sucesful at espeanage
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| try harder man, come on harder
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| cause if you don’t, then come on, why bother
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| you’re in my air evaporate at a rate greater than wait
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| I’m changing fate
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| hey, look
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| I made ya look
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| who’s in the kitchen cookin’chicken, mama
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| exscuse me baby I don’t mean to interupt
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| but my mind’s corrupt now that you got my interest up you’re best I edit the wish bones before I credit
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| cause I must show my versatility facility
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| peep me like tom
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| must you, I bust you
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| I smash you into dirt and leave your crew laughin’at ya
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| I’m coolin’like Laverte
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| you’re hurt if I’m leavin’you
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| plot thickens
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| when reflects is flex like the sex faces
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| into private places
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| it’s me baby
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| (is it you Lu? really really you?)
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| touch me and tell me if it’s true
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| did ya miss?
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| (yeah, I miss. Did you?)
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| yeah I miss
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| then commence to kiss kiss give me sugar
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| cause you be the bonafied baby booger
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| you know, we go togeter like a gun and a trigger
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| (yeah right, then who’s this? I can’t beleive this. I thought I was the
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| world to you. |
| Shit, what is this?)
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| come on baby, you’re trippin’to illusion conclusions
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| you think I would want that old broken down car
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| now who picks me up when I’m down
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| come on, who puts a smile on my frowm
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| come on who makes mmmmmm
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| (you crazy)
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| so then let’s blow this joint with God speed
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| cause you know, I’ve got the remedy for what you need
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| twelve inches of steel, spinning wheel
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| cause you can’t fight the feel when I’m in better turn the volume up to ten, and dim the lights
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| cause tonight, you’re takin’flight
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| ah, but the next day somethin’went wrong
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| huh, she slipped
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| found a note, must’ve fell from her coat
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| said I’ll meet you at the Eaton Centre at a quarter to eight
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| and don’t be late
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| okay, so I thought about the shit that my mind was going through
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| took two ??? |
| pills and then called the crew
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| my crew said chill King, we’ll fix it, don’t sweat it bother you? |
| don’t let it I got it but that’s what you get
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| like a need a mostly dream
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| like a dream, you sit inside a pit and you fiend
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| now pain, pick axe and shovel, I digged and
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| I gotta get out, I gotta get out, gotta get out
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| of this pit, I’m bigger than her
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| but my chest is crushed turned to mush
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| for real
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| if I ever shot myself it was just to get the feel
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| so suicide was out of the question
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| did I mention
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| I didn’t get a tricycle, thanks to Mr. Trojan
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| I’d be walking around like these other brothers, trippin'
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| aimlessly, like a record skippin'
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| but once bitten twice shy (dry your eye)
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| once bitten twice shy (dry your eye)
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| once bitten twice shy and I won’t lie
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| MC’s that think I didn’t evolve got something comin'
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| I sleep with words and verbs is my pussy
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| fattened like a cat, got your tongue you dirty rat
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| there’s some wisdom in retreat, think of that
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| your impact is hollow and you follow and submerge
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| now people pull your card, you’re livin’on the verge |