| I loved you, I couldn’t live without you
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| My life was all about you, and that just wasn’t cool enough
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| And now I’m back though, and rolling in my benzo
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| On 22 Lorenzo, and now you want to call me up
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| Do you recall a trip to NYC (remember that)
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| I spent all the money that I made that week (working hard for my dough)
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| 38 hours on my 9 to 5
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| No matter how I tried your ass was never satisfied
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| Go back in town and I’m driving us home (already)
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| Stop at the light and you jocking someone’s clothes (what you looking at)
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| I knew right then it wouldn’t be me (uh huh))
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| Relationship was history (out the door)
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| I just can’t bring me back for no it watching h-o-e
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| High priced hoochie, love that coochie
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| But I won’t sit back and let a broad use me
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| Too much cash in my jeans left pocket
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| In the VIP blowing kill with the Rockets
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| Baller shot caller, sipping alcahola
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| Dopehouse after-party, everybody follow
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| Don’t trip, I got it real sick now-a-days
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| Six police that be earining they pay
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| Breaking up fights, and shining they lights
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| Take them all to jail till they learn to be nice
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| Jose, and my boy Mario
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| Brought a truck full of bud, we gone party yo |