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Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line
And a little southeast
Listen, little lady,
You're steppin' out of line
What's your hurry baby,
You got a lot of time
That's not love you feel,
It's only make believe
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
'cause you love me
Care 'cause you trust me
Never ever break that baby
Trust me: you can trust me
I know how to draw the line
I cannot waste no time
Now
Whoa! 50 Cent g-Unit! yeah!
You want beef wit me take a
Number and get in line
You want pairs with me I pop
Ya top off with the nine
You mad at me?
with you when you wrote that line
It was me that you had on your mind
So I don't wanna hear about him
That nice dress in my wildest dreams
you no more, no more
I ain't need you no more
No more
No more
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You in the back of my mind, yeah
You in the back of the line
a shit to care about
Lines hit you like I'm handing fair ones out
Hit ya with the right hook, left hook
Niggaz on the mic shook, text book
I'm running
I wanna know if I can put you on
Silktime
(Put me on)
Come on
I say hey, I wanna sex your body all night long
From the evening till the break
We 'bout to break this bitch
Down and recompress this bitch
Yeah, break it down
This bitch come straight from México
Straight from México
Yeah, from
can make you dance and make you cry
Make you wanna give it one more try
Start a band and kiss that girl
And break some rules
It'll make you give
if I take that break, there's a move you made
This dude you shape will come take you back
Back to the roots I've been
Without a fuckin' pot to pee
Just take my hand and come with me, yeah
We can do anything if we put our minds to it
Take your whole life
Then you put a line through it
My love is
place
Not the runner-up, she want first place
Cross the finish line, she in first place
First place, first place
First place, first place
Met her
line
Two-Tone Rollie on my arm, fresh out, touchdown, nine years on the line
You know what's so funny? Niggas think I'm stressed out
Really, I'm
You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in
That's real
My spit from my street men
All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeep's in
Never play where
nowhere to be seen
And boy
I bet you're balling up
Even though it's tough
I'm gonna lay it on the line
And if I'm asking you boy
Open up and let me
School bell go, "Ding! Dong! Ding!"
The children all line up
They do what they are told
Take a little drink from the liar's cup
Mama don't
the picture
You got perfection
Think You're a star
Know what you are
Hey great pretender
Time to break free
A kinda magic
Lookin' at me
'Cause
get the picture, you got perfection
Think you're a star, know what you are
Hey, great pretender, time to break free
A kinda magic lookin' at me
my has been
My love line, my blood line
Memories come flashin'
My neighborhood, ma old G's
The young niggas behind me
The don't spread, the hustle
Goodbye is a dangerous game to play
It breaks your heart and tears your life away
You say it's over and that's the end
With no last kiss, and no
Still I've got to be strong
This is why I'm calling you
What would be the thing to do
[Chorus]
Call up luv lines
And solve luv crimes
Call up luv
You're trapped on the dance floor
It's locked there's no escape
There's no eat no drink cant take a break
No seat to sit down you gotta stand up
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