| we do this in our sleep niggaz
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| Yessir
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| U eva been in love b4?
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| Let me holla at u mann
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| U know it’s hard for a playa to admit that sumtimes
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| But I’m a spit that sumtimes
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| U know wat I’m sayin'
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| Ay p, give it to em one time, nephew
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| There’s sumthin bout this girl
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| From around my way
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| Ever try to hold back ur feelings,
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| But it just wouldn’t stay?
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| But when I finally found the words to say
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| I wanted to run away
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| Simply run away
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| U can try to run and hide
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| It wont make a difference
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| U can lie to urself
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| Of the reason
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| Sure it hurts wen it comes to ur attention
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| That ur in love with the girl
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| Yessir, that’s her
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| But it wasn’t like that back wen I met her
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| The lavish life from all the do? |
| spun
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| Before the RR had the hitchhike thumb
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| Her friends didn’t like niggaz like us but i
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| Arrested the coochie and her feelings got cuffed
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| Spiderweb sex, must’a got caught up
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| But there’s more to it
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| I remember once
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| Sayin' let’s shit on the peons
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| Let’s go ta vegas nd watch celine dion
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| Make em say 'wat we on?
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| U say no like u was doin it for eons
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| Fuck it, I’ll just hum and let the watch give off the neons
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| Wen it rains it pours
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| I laughs to myself wen I change the score
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| U said my sex was a lot but my brain gave u more
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| And sumn bout how ya ex was a toy
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| I guess he played games
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| There’s only diamond dice here
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| Not tryin ta justify
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| But wen ya shut ya eye u can touch the sky
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| U in trouble ma
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| And u should pray about speed
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| But if this bout u
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| Wat that say about me?
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| But when I finally found the words to say
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| I wanted to run away
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| Simply run away
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| U can try to run and hide
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| It wont make a difference
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| U can lie to urself
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| Of the reason
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| Sure it hurts wen it comes to ur attention
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| That ur in love with the girl
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| See I’m a crip in dark blue chucks
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| And I does wat I does
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| Yea I might say 'cuz?
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| It’s really weird cuz a nigga got love
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| Snoop Dogg’s a crip and the girl was a blood (what??)
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| She told me that her baby-daddy was a thug
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| Now it is wat it is and it was how it was
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| I’m hollin lil mama like wat
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| Money mo stacked tryin ta get my g’s back
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| All these memories breed seeds of a rhythm rhyme pleaser
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| Laid back while we sippin on a breeza
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| Fresh 4-pack sittin in the freeza
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| Ain’t that kadeeja? |
| I heard she was a Skeeza?
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| She used ta hit them licks wit the Beezas
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| Wen I seen her wit the homies, I was like? |
| JESUS?!
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| It’s been a lil min since I seen her
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| Hope her man don’t run up cuz ill have to pull the neena
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| There’s sumthin bout this girl
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| From around my way
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| Ever try to hold back ur feelings,
|
| But it just wouldn’t stay?
|
| But when I finally found the words to say
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| I wanted to run away
|
| Simply run away
|
| U can try to run and hide
|
| It wont make a difference
|
| U can lie to urself
|
| Of the reason
|
| Sure it hurts wen it comes to ur attention
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| That ur in love with the girl |