| My life in the sunshine
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| The sun don’t shine too much on mine
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| But I feel funny ways on sunny days
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| Honey plays, money pays, but must it keep her in a daze?
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| Used to be my baby
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| But now you’re just a Bebe Kid
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| And I’m thinkin' about the things I did
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| Just to make you happy
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| Scoob get Scrappy, but listen to the nappy pappy
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| It’s all about money
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| It’s all about mo' money and it’s gettin mo' funny
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| In the sunny days I think about my Wicked ways
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| Juicy’s got me crazed so crime pays
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| Puttin' in work, doing my dirt
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| And I’m the one that ends up gettin' hurt
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| Just for a piece of puss, a piece of bush
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| And now the next man’s gettin' the tush
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| I guess I’ll know next time
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| But for now I’m just losin' my mind
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| Cause I’m caught up in the sunshine
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| In the sunshine
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| I’m feelin' kind of mellow
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| Watch the crackheads say «hello»
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| I’m just a little ghetto boy, ghetto child
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| Runnin' wild with the freestyle
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| I dropped out of school to clock papers
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| Now when the niggas see me, they clock vapors
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| Watchin' them Daytons hit the sunlight
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| Jealous niggas, so I hold my gun tight
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| Everybody out to get me
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| You see, my minds playin' tricks with me, so don’t bullshit me
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| I used to have some homies
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| But see I dissed all my homies so now I’m kind of lonely
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| But it’s all about me
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| But it’s too hard for me to see through my jealousy
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| A nigga caught me slippin' at a red light
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| Two shots to my dome, now I’m dead right
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| Nigga bleedin' in the broad daylight
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| Through thick and thin, homies should stay tight
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| That’s all I was thinkin' bout
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| With my brains blew out
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| In the sunshine
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| In the sunshine
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| Niggas feel good
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| Smokin' herbs, chillin' in the hood
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| Shoot a little dice, fuck a little ho
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| And then some nigga tried to rob the liquor sto'
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| They shot him in the back on the way out
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| Like a sucker
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| What a way to go out
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| Tried to steal some bread to feed his babies
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| Basehead crack baby, neighborhood crazies
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| Now I guess the babies don’t eat
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| Bloody basehead dad dead in the street
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| And it ain’t no rainbows
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| Where the cocaine flows
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| The night train goes
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| Straight to the graveyard
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| That’s where you go when you try to behave hard
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| I guess he’ll know next time
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| But his babies losin' they mind
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| In the sunshine |