| You can’t walk outside. |
| with your girl in the rain
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| You can’t walk outside. |
| with your girl in the rain
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| I laugh now, I see a lot of jokes
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| You ain’t comfortable, scared pink, hang around a lot of folks
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| You don’t know gangs wanna kill you
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| You get shot by real locs
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| First class always, you bring a busload
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| You neverous when you sit in coach
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| I know your facade, hardcore
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| You hope a lot of people get scared with your approach
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| Your whole steelo mice and roach
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| When Marion comes in the industry, the parties get empty
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| The champagne bottles go down
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| Hotel lobbies get dimmed, your average hard rapper turned ghost
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| Hits his foxhole and go to his post
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| A lot of you live through food and delivery
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| I know the pain is the front in your misery
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| Come outside your indoor studio, enjoy your life
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| Lay on your couch by your floor model Sony
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| You dream you got shot twice
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| Come outside, don’t be scared
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| Even NBA players walk the streets with no bodyguards
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| How you gonna flex with Domino’s pizza in your living room
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| And sport your ice? |
| You’re paranoid
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| Cause the walked into the library, looked at you twice
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| Orderin all you do is murder and kill, on vinyl and CD
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| Request to have the chicken and fried rice
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| Chinese cat at your door on the bike
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| You doin the same thing you did last night (same thing)
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| You wear your glasses at night
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| Tinted windows, comin through your block slow
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| You cancelled another show because the police department
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| And the FBI told you not to go
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| The record company cover you
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| Overweight bodyguards smother you
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| When your wife ain’t, what you think your lover do?
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| Petrified of what happened to 2Pac and Biggie
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| You light up your ciggy
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| Grab a cold beer out the refrigerator, bop your mickey
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| You was scared in the hired hotel
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| Dressed the janitor walkin by with dickies
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| You can’t walk outside. |
| with your girl in the rain |