Don't wait too long or she'll be gone fast as a, blink Get on the ball if you love your lover No gesture too small Tear down the walls if you love her
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Don't wait too long or she'll be gone fast as a blink Get on the ball if you love your lover No gesture too small Tear down the walls if you love her
: Don't wait too long or she'll be gone fast as a blink Get on the ball if you love your lover No gesture too small Tear down the walls if you love
Don't wait too long Or she'll be gone fast as a blink Get on the ball If you lo ove your lover No gesture to small Tear down the walls if you love her
six pack Kick back while I kick facts Yeah Dre, sick track Perfect way to get back Wanna hear something wick-wack? I got the same exact tat That's on
KAM, Solo, and the motherfuckin LA Zoo Pomona, DJ Quik and Blacktone But them niggaz cross the street know it's really on Now I can go on and on but I
one to brag, but you done made me hav to get in my bag, ooooh, yep, there it is, there it go, fall in love with these women I barely know, ten stacks on
step outside and get blooded, have your whole block flooded With the Bronx, it's a warnin', stormin' guns out From, 'Dusk Til Dawn' and it's on, no doubt Keep a eye on
back y'all Ball if you want to, but do it with some class G Ask me, do outkast got some flows so you can blast me Nasty, niggaz on the point they see
Lettin' bygone be bygone and so on and so on I'm a teach these cats how to live in the ghetto Keepin' it retrospective from the get go Lay low, let
boss) Direct workflow (like a boss) My own bathroom (like a boss) Micromanage (like a boss) Promote Synergy (like a boss) Hit on Debra (like a boss) Get
believe it went a little somethin' like this: DOH! Get 'em off me! Get 'em off me! Ohhh! No, get 'em off, get 'em off! Oh, oh God, oh God! Oh, get '
cause I'm stuck on dookie mountain Fifty guns open fire, blood spray like a fountain Now our bodies all shredded, shots blaze right through me We're done-er than done, done in by the dookie Trouble on
me lacin' up my Timberland's; creasin' up my khakis (khakis). .357 cocked in my hand-- fixin' to get it crackin'. I guess they figured they get away,
more I stick around the shit get more fucked up That's why I'm back on Holloway gettin' fucked up Thinkin' back on how it used to be when it was all good
