I've been thinking all day, sitting by this window, remembering how the smile on your face could make me blush And I can't comprehend how someone with
If there was a time and a place to let go of this heart, it's right now it's always It's not fair, it still hurts I pretend that she asks, "Do you know
I can still remember the picture on the postcard (that you sent me) of green fields and silos And I used to pretend that I could see you just like you
The sun falls on my eyes and I'm struggling to reason why everybody smiles Am I the only one who feels this way at all Is someone too proud to let it
This space starts out empty and I know it can't hurt more than it already does And it all falls down around me and hits me in the face and falls onto
heard was the code to detinate and take more souls, my crew rock and tell from the bullets and it goes, once you, hire Professionals, shit explodes,
name, tonight. No, no professionals. No, no professionals. You can be smarter, yeah. There is no system. No Achilles heel to that system. Hey, professionals
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Hey man, hey man, yeah go 'head with that man Just rhymin' over here man Hey go 'head, go get drunk, nigga Ay, go smoke yo' weed, nigga Yo, go drink
It's the Diggy Diggy Doc, y'all, pumpin' it yes, y'all D.O.C. on the system, we kick it fresh y'all Lettin the bass thump on and strong and hard for PPP
Where my doggz at? Where my doggz at? Where my doggz at? Where my doggz at? Who them niggas that'll roll up to your front door Hand on the pump, doggz
Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen To the Roller Coaster Malpractice Please stay seated, yeah and hold on even fuckin' tighter now Cause this next section
Fuck that, nigga, look at her toes, you know you like toes, nigga Bitches be talkin' too much out here, goddamn, mami, you the one Nigga, that's that
Attention, all you niggaz, all you bitches Time to put down the cristal, time to take off the ice for a minute Time to throw a little mud Turn me up
Smokin' (Okay) Here we go smokin' (Okay) Yo, yo, jungle habitat, peep the wildlife in the open Off the hook, nigga dial twice if it's broken Doc, wall
Da bullshit, IC-Don motherfucker, da bullshit Funk Doc, motherfucker, push whips, motherfucker Na, na, chill out, who got the weed in this motherfucker
Somebody stole my mojo, yo, once again Soopaman Luva flyin' through the fuckin' sky I'm lookin' for my mojo, I'm fried chinky-eyed My cape is still tore
Yo, this for all my live motherfuckers (Motherfuckers) Yo What the deal, muh-fucka? Chill ,muh-fucka LP bangs all in your hood, muh-fucka My niggaz smack