| What’s up, world?
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| Goin' give you a little love right here
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| My man, DJ Honda blessed us with a joint
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| Word up, De La up in here, ha
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| We goin' to spread a little love
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| To some folks who up in my hair right now
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| Ah’ight? |
| Check it out
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| Verse One
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| It was a big deal moving my big wheel to L. I
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| Had a back yard, tho' shit moved slow
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| Caught a cat on the humble, wassup, wassup, kid?
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| Ya’ll be memorizin' flicks of the wild things we did
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| We was brick-ball niggas, six small niggas
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| And they knew it, and wasn’t no-body runnin' through us
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| Steppin' in the backyard parties was a blast
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| Fucking up our sneakers on the wet grass
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| Remember getting stabbed in ya ass?
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| Your Moms sat us all down
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| Said we was niggas and clowns but it was just love
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| And plus love showed me that she was a diamond
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| Findin' out God took her hit me dead on my heart
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| And made the eye water start
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| But you was strong, can ya hear me Huggy?
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| Keep your mind crystal clear when your thought gets muggy
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| We them easy street kids from Mr. Bryant’s basement
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| Wishin' for the Apollo, tryin' to get dough
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| Now my time moves slow, ain’t it all full circle?
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| A dove cry makes the whole scene turn purple
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| Remember that night you had to hide in the freezer?
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| For real, see them kids were real, we still slid
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| But now we grown niggas, and we handling kids
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| We been since day one, and the days ain’t over
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| Gotta share a back seat, push with the chauffer
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| My Pops said he’s waiting for your ass in the zone
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| So we can fly to the land, and welcome you home
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| Rob-O see we good to go, you know the rest…
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| Don’t stress, love-love baby. |
| Ah’ight?
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| If you got time to give, I got time to think
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| See, it could all change in one eye blink
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| While you in the trouble water I hope ya don’t sink
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| Don’t sink, don’t sink, don’t sink
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| Verse Two
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| Check it out
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| Some rarely saw the negative cause
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| From the depths of one’s blurred everything’s now
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| Cleared by laws
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| Mad for mere seconds, in the span of dying
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| Trying to tell you don’t go, I’m about to blow
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| No mo' innocence, it’s about the dollars
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| And events of fame
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| Aren’t you? |
| Search your name
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| From the group? |
| Search your name
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| On the dotted line, back before the rhyme I had reasons
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| To punch the kid who tried teasin' during lunch
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| It was a matter of pro-mo-ting de-cen-cy
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| But the 'de' and the 'cy' fell off, so I sinned
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| Again and again, until Jesus came down
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| Wait, I’m still sinning! |
| I guess he hasn’t reached the ground!
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| Thoughts of me, before my voice could
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| Even recall, couldn’t afford the physical peep
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| How then was now, but now is not
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| Yo, I’m a minute wiser but it seems, kid
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| I got some beef, can’t take or shake off the wrong
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| Accept my apologies to Bob, pass the horn!
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| No need for false alarm
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| Word up!
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| The Nuyopian charm is for show back again
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| It’s rememberin' the was that is now gone
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| For the access of the now so I can move on
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| For the access of the now so I, so I
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| Outro
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| G’night world, g’night world
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| De La, yo
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| My man DJ Honda is on the beat like this
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| Don’t sink, don’t sink, don’t sink, don’t sink ya’ll
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| Just letting ya’ll into the fleeing moments
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| Of the memories of mine
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| And about like this, one time, one time |