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Keep one eye open
I feel like Slick Rick
She want that lovey dovey
No Kiss Kiss
Tell her we should take things slow
Freaky she insists
Hand

I know she got a body but I know that she from the streets
She sippin on Pink Whitney i'm sippin Triss
Yeah she sippin on pink whitney i'm sippin

I walk wit a limp im a pimp wit a cane
And Im still in the hood give fuckk about fame
I keep a tool by my head where i lay
Yeah Im around shit just

run up the love up
Sending it up
I'm sending it up up up up 

One eye on the ball one eye on my baby
Heart in the people
Mind in the making
I cannot

I don't feel no love
Uh, my neck and wrist, it cost a fuckin' dub
Uh, I call up Rick every time I need some mud
Feel like Super Wizz, I'm super

We love you Perc
You ain't got to fight no switch try to fight this A.R.P
Big Don hoe I'm PLB make her do what I want bitch rubbing my feet
Bitch try

Get Yo Ride On

Eazy-E

The Recipe

1998

pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry

the cheetah on the chiefs
You can't fuck wit' me

Nigga hate I'm running his block
I told him take me out the street
His bitch love Benihana, so imma' take her

in the back with the
Chop make him call Ricky
(Ron Ron load it up Ron Ron load it up)
My Nina Ross profilin’ and she
Gon’ love you long time
Roll

have you sent to Jesus
With a pen I been elite, will send my delinquents to run up in the precinct (uh-huh)
Been on the street shit since the prices

the leaves die
Pre-packaged futures freeze dried, cross me by
The body count in the streets is knee high
Plus, I seen pubbles so deep the puddles speak
Ripe

want shit

Want to know we was chillin' tonight

(Yeah, we can kick it tonight )

Slide through, dat nigga in the streets

So you already know we're fine

I don't make love songs, lil' bitch know I don't Make clubs
Songs Heard you're new to the city, where you Come from
Got the guys rollin' with me,

Cause it's like that

[Verse 2: Fam-Lay]

The fiends is dyin', things is lyin'

Missin' on the streets, so the fiends is still buyin'

Right on time

Prophesied
Want me right by them dotted lines
My shoes and suit and collar tied, naa
Y'all should apologize
Played yourself, I Qualified
All of my, time bitch

made me to a man 

It seem like I take drugs 

Cause ain't no love

 I just be feeling pain 

That shit there broke my heart 

It took 2 years I see how

Daaam!

Tha Alkaholiks

Coast II Coast

1995

for '94
Makin' more dutch than Ross Perot, check it out, yeah
Like that, Xzibit all in your grill, ha
That's that nigga Xzibit, yeah
'Cause in '94,

Get Yo Ride On

Mack 10

Presents da Hood

2002

pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry

swear Rick flair done shot em
Giving thanks to my connect if you play chess you move the globe
If I ever got more than I normally get it was sold
Gotta

to brag
Hook up with pimps that love the cash
Man you should see how we giggle and laugh
With of hearts of ice, the house is cold
Its like Slick Rick

Drive bys on bruck down peds,
Mandem getting ducked by feds, 
4 man tryna lick down a grow yard 
All blacked out like Brooklyn nets 

Ima misfit like

at they top
But I guess imma take on that role
Now I step in a 43 or a 44 in Italian Soles
Now I walk in the street, no heart on my sleeve and I keep me

I love to shoot but I can still do the guffing shit
Just to start I lost my heart I'm tryna find myself
All alone in these streets thuggin by myself

Somebody
Somebody
Yea, somebody loves you
And if they don't
Then you better learn to love yourself
That's what I learnt
When I felt that I was by