| Now my day begins late, had to get some sleep
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| Ridin passenger in a Suburban peep
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| We had a ball last night, me and the crew
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| I’m sayin thanks to you, my homeys sayin thanks to you too
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| But that was yesterday, today is up for grabs
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| Stomach hurtin like it took a gang of jabs
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| I need the scoop, thats what I’m sayin laid back in my room
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| Wait a minute let me call my ace coon boone
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| I know he know where it is where it was and where it’s goin be
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| There’s no answer so I guess the alley got dressed
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| Time to do some sellin myself
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| I bust a right make a u then I make that left
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| Straight subbin on my neighborhood (shit boobin)
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| Stuff bangin like a concert
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| Girls on the stroll tryin to flirt
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| Swoop across the light black and white lookin hard
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| Maybe someone else but I neva pull my card
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| I’m in the wind
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| Things have changed but it still don’t mean you forget all the time you spent
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| Runnin around, havin fun, no one could ever take the place of it
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| Who woulda thought when we was young this would be
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| The same old click that ran around in elementary
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| Was it the chemistry from moms and pops
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| Who went to school with they moms and pops, so it dont stop
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| It was an everyday event, we spent
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| More time playin get like me, instead of hide and seek
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| And after school we play two on two
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| Philly versus the Lakers until the bus came through
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| Do, you, recall goin to the games
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| Straight actin the fool and when its over at the food chains
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| In the parking lot is where it all pop
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| We hangin around to watch the ladies and the brothas clown
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| Pick up some food, conversate a bit
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| Till its time for us to make our move, then dip (then dip)
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| I enjoyed, every minute of it then
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| I guess thats why we in the wind
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| Things have changed but it still don’t mean you forget all the time you spent
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| Runnin around, havin fun, no one could ever take the place of it
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| 7:45 its time to make that hit
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| I’m in the back of tha apartments where my homeys kickin it
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| Thinkin bout my homeys thats gone and the ones locked up
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| Slappin bones gettin faded and toe up
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| Makin a gang of noise
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| Domino gimme what you got in yo hand
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| Ya didn’t stand a chance
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| Count my money, gimme 25
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| By spots and hit the door, I hear somebody knock
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| Damn how time flies when you havin fun
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| All the things we did when we were young
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| Still stayed deeper than the mind
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| As time is passed
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| I had more thoughts of good than the bad as I laughed
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| Cuz me and my homeys still hang ain’t nothin changed
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| But the years and months, bringin in some bucks
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| And this is why we stay true to the end
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| Now me and my homeys are in the wind
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| (Chorus) x4 (fades)
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| Things have changed but it still don’t mean you forget all the time you spent
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| Runnin around, havin fun, no one could ever take the place of it |