and there's nobody who's got me I'm all alone and there's nowhere to go anymore Where do we go when we're wasted? Where do we go when we're wasted?
nobody and there's nobody who's got me I'm all alone and there's nowhere to go anymore Where do we go when we're wasted? Where do we go when we're wasted
and there's nobody who's got me I'm all alone and there's nowhere to go anymore Where do we go when we're wasted? Where do we go when we're wasted? Where
craving Time keep flying, I'ma keep trying And bottom line, I need your L-O-V-I-N Come on! Girl, make no mistake, right by my side Little mama that's
the S T L M O 3 1 4 Call the cops I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal the show From the S T L M O 3 1 4 I'm real brass to smash with
we can't lose 'cuz Puff set us up properly Just won't settle for lesser, who wanna test us We be in the 5 with the goose headrests L.O.X. put niggaz
Ain't nuttin' y'all faggots could do but gossip That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit 'Cause every time I turn around y'all on the L.O.X
'm on top but holding it down The kings sat in his throne My heads to big for a crown L o l you can laugh out loud S o s they wanna send out Try call
Lover Ugh Chorus: I'll be your secret l-o-v-e-r If you promise me that you won't say shit L-o-v-e-r and I promise your time won't be wasted so leave
s that, guess, one of the L.O.N.S. And a Tribe Called Quest, East Coast to West Remixed mad kick, more than Metallica 'Til all MC's fall like the Battlestar
Yeah! Come on! What it is? It's the P-L-A -N-E-T R-O-C-K Kweli, B-K S E-L A- V I You could tell I be Hell a free like college radio W Q H T gonna play
steel anvil Because you grafted off the next man's skill But still I remain mellow, seein' the theatrics of Othello Run over tactics of Robin Ello C L O N E S
s dark again we'll let the 9s spark again Y'all know the dogs niggaz stay moving out the fog And when it's war we ain't gonna call on the Lord I'll hit
it's dark again, we'll let the nine's spark again Y'all know the dogs, niggaz stay movin out the fog And when it's war we ain't tryin to call on the
bookin' Pelle's in my drawers Armani, Gianni Versace, V2 Lost count o' all the little sections me and mans ran through It ain't hard to discard cans
o.g.'s "i got to have it" We gonna do it like this, yo this is aceyalone Giving a big shout out to ed o.g. and the b.u.l.l.d.o.g.s. Yo whole
don't let me start I won't quit But if I start I'ma flip, just like I'm startin the whip Puttin the key into it, mentally seein it G.O.D. believin in
from the L.B.C. Please welcome Snoop D. O. double G. Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane It's the big Dogg, yo, fuckin' wit the insane Clowns
