| Sometimes I feel like
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| There’s no use in trying
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| Why can’t I face the fact
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| We’ve lost what we’ll never get back
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| I don’t know where
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| Where did we go wrong
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| I say I’m leaving but
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| My feelings are too strong
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| And baby, you know
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| You want that old thing back
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| That Nas, that 'Pac, that Biggie flow
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| You want that old thing back
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| That Naughty, that Tribe, that De La Soul
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| You want that old thing back
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| That hip-hop hooray (Hey! Ho!)
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| No baby (Hey! Ho!)
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| I ain’t going nowhere (Hey!)
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| I met this girl when I was six years old
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| The thing I loved most, she had de la soul and spirit
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| Knowing the difference between hoes and women
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| Flow so different, had bae once like Hov go near her
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| She kept on passing me by, that girl is poison
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| Became a thorn in my side, I guess it’s roses
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| What you think yo' shit smell like, I ain’t no outcast
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| But I couldn’t outlast so the shit went south fast
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| But I see you out back, no steakhouse
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| House at yo'
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| But it’s no biggie, you was juicy, used to use your words
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| Had to sit down with ya, Bonita Applebum
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| And know you’re feeling more like takeout, can’t make out, just make out
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| Still not a player though, never learned to take it slow
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| First you did some twister, then you learned to take a bone
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| A couple thugs had harmony, I never learned to stay alone
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| Got, see, I really wanna take you home
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| You want that old thing back
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| That Nas, that 'Pac, that Biggie flow
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| You want that old thing back
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| That Naughty, that Tribe, that De La Soul
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| You want that old thing back
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| That hip-hop hooray (Hey! Ho!)
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| No baby (Hey! Ho!)
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| I ain’t going nowhere (Hey!)
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| I miss you like my favorite song, I just hope you play along
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| When the train fell off the tracks, you pick it up and pick it up
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| You pick it up and bounce back, told me all about that
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| You never was a saint, you told me how to cook crack
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| Then gave me ten commandments how to push that
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| Kept the book back when knowledge never was a hoodrat
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| You told ebonics now
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| But getting looked at you never keep it honest
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| Getting lured to hell for that thing, I admit it, I was honored
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| But girl, it hurts to see you like this
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| It hurts to even write this, your worth is not a side chick’s
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| Your birth was in the projects, you gave so many projects
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| You always had a set list to uplift and now you set trip
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| You jump ship and landed on a yacht, forgot all that you got
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| Now you’d rather be a thot than a queen, Latifah
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| I was gonna clean my room but then I seen the reefer
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| Seen the leader
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| You want that old thing back
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| That Nas, that 'Pac, that Biggie flow
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| You want that old thing back
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| That Naughty, that Tribe, that De La Soul
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| You want that old thing back
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| That hip-hop hooray (Hey! Ho!)
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| No baby (Hey! Ho!)
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| I ain’t going nowhere (Hey!)
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| I felt untouchable in love with you, see we could box the Huxtables
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| Eat lunchables and grab some kid Caprisuns and chug a few
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| In touch with you and touching you like hugging you, these other dudes
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| Been running through fucking you, comfortable with nothing new
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| You scene switching, you lean sipping, you seem different
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| You queen killing and king stealing and clean hitting these licks
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| But never seen spitting, ain’t about all the skills, just about what is real
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| It’s like you made a 180 but double that was the deal
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| Remember I was young and had a little john and still you made me smash
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| Sugar, sugar, how’d you get so fly? |
| No Baby Bash
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| Never had protection, I just pulled out
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| Where’d you get ejections where the slick ricks get ruled out
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| A place with no place for what we used to be
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| Hope you take the scrutiny and realize that you screwed with me
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| M.O.P. |
| the brewery, the spilled milk alluded me
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| I still feel like the coolest breeze, I hope you find a use for me
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| You want that old thing back
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| That Nas, that 'Pac, that Biggie flow
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| You want that old thing back
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| That Naughty, that Tribe, that De La Soul
|
| You want that old thing back
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| That hip-hop hooray (Hey! Ho!)
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| No baby (Hey! Ho!)
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| I ain’t going nowhere (Hey!)
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| Sometimes I feel like
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| There’s no use in trying
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| Why can’t I face the fact
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| We’ve lost what we’ll never get back
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| I don’t know where
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| Where did we go wrong
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| I say I’m leaving but
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| My feelings are too strong |