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a while 
It's so fun when we just give in
Let's share a laugh
Cause your my best friend

CHO
Oh, nothing could be finer
Than kicking back, unwinding

They ask me what's wrong I say it's nothing
I be quick to say I'm straight and they be quick to say I'm bluffing
You know I don't give no fuck I tuck

son
Not taking it serious just having some fun
I'm wearing brands I don't even know how to pronounce
Back then they ain't fuck with me, they said im

funk
Lay in my bed, talk straight from the head
Nothing else need be said, so funk
Serious funk
Serious, funk, ho
Just dial them numbers, baby

Yea
Lemme pop my shit
Gotta lil cash on me and all dis drip
Gotta me a bad lil bitch who wanna suck dis uh
Let's get it

Just gotta crib somewhere by

I'm confused
(What?)
Never knew you were like this
I guess I was blinded by you
(Beautiful view)
Our love was a time bomb
I ran out of time to defuse

time you went away

In your eyes there's, goodbye
You ain't got nothing to say
A whistle stop
Just to pass me by with a wave

A whistle stop
Just to pass

whole issue
Play it in a song i couldn't say it on the phone witchu
Erasin shit its gone i wanna change it all at home witchu
Bitch you just been buggin

serious
Nothing was making me happy
Nothing was moving my feelings
I was just dried out from all the crying
Covering up my emotions &  lying
This life we

live
as cheap as one
well the fun has just begun

Let’s Get Serious let’s talk it over
we’re such good friends but baby
we could be lovers
you’ve been

Mope

Bloodhound Gang

Hooray for Boobies

2000

on

Must've blown a fuse, nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than

on

Must've blown a fuse, nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than

separated by 3 feet/
He was Ready, pulled a note he wrote in the morning/
Put it on her desk, walked back while ignoring/
Jake, Laughing in his seat just foot

man)

Yo, shout out Stones Throw man
Shout out Prophet
Album's beautiful
Summer flings and shit
It's nothing serious, just, you know

Buggin' , Bugging 
Straight bugging 
Steady moving rugged, I ain't saying nothing
Got it out the dirt
Had to show some muscle
I don't wanna fuck, I'm

and automatically
Hit a bystander, young girl named Amanda
The slugs in her back by this cat buggin' no crap
Another rugrat, somebody tell me where the loves

might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit

you come around it gets so serious
Always on the go like it's just never enough
Why must it be so tough to get by
A day in your life is so

No mercy till then, person on their knees and pleading
I'm beating past the whistle my hustle never finished
Your casket fitted by the Young Humble

and come back at the same time
Lyrics dem clean as a whistle
But listen, I’m dumping on tracks at the same time
Dead serious
But I stay operating outside ah

is none
I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun
'Cause I'm playin ball or bobbin' in the hall
Or just writin' my name in graffiti on the wall

My Melody

Eric B. & Rakim

The 18th Letter/The Book of Life

1997

is none
I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun
'Cause I'm playin ball or bobbin' in the hall
Or just writin' my name in graffiti on the wall

like a billy goat 
Bullets kiss 
You like you by a mistletoe 
Barrel whistle 
Like the Andy Griffith show 
When I was young to me be careful what I'm

blew the whistle
Just because that bell ring don't mean its dismissal
I was thirsty for the juice all they had was a pickle
Take mines take yours let me