Hey) When I get there I'll be ready With a map and a pen - duty is a creed There are lessons for the lonely When I'm drunk in a room That's when I think
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a map and a pen, duty is a creed There are lessons for the lonely When I'm drunk in a room And then I think of you Oh my baby, she went awol Drove to a
she whispered As she wants to hide Into a back room where She paints on a smile She hears a sound She hears a sound It could have been love It could
. niggaz But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits
and break my empire I spit lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes sweating Giving them the juice that they're not gettin' A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor A
we moved to fuel And I be up in the booth drunk actin a fool Friday night, at Kaya they still got love And the Sharkbar we poppin like it's a night club
sent M-J take you to places that you never went One room, one night for every day spent Knocking a dent in the Sheetrock she's hot Got them legs fanned open like a
hurt Like anything I've ever felt before This is no broken heart No familiar scars This territory goes uncharted Just me In a room sunk down in a house in a
that's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go She's looking for a job, looking for a way out 'Cause a halfway house will never be a home At night she whispers
these things you give me lip But not the kissin' of the bride, the dippin' of the groom The shit that make a nigga up and leave up out a room More like
telephone Goin' to a disco that's packed with men It's like tryin' to get a dance in the federal pen Walkin' through a park with a gang and the guys
s a small one, no fun at all Bouncin' round the air like a tennis ball When it touches down I wanna kiss the ground But it's time to wreck a new town
the muthafuckin house All duck MC's get flat, muthfuckas Yeah 1993 And it's still me A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T Diss a brother, hate a brother
worry 'bout the basic stroll Hooking up my Cadillac, and upping my gold Throw in a blow job, they'll fuck off grands A hundred for a full hit, 50 for a
Shit a nigga just tryin to get a wet forty dollars to get a cup of soup and some woop woop Much love O.G. Big Snoop I sent a nigga a package, on Monday
