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| Saturday, June 16, 2007 at 12:39 PM |  | Look at this photograph Everytime I do it makes me laugh How did our eyes get so red And what the hell is on Joey's head And this is where I grew up I think the present owner fixed it up I never knew we'd ever went without The second floor is hard for sneaking out And this is where I went to school Most of the time had better things to do Criminal record says I broke in twice I must have done it half a dozen times I wonder if It's too late Should i go back and try to graduate Life's better now that it was back more...then If I was them I wouldn't let me in
Oh oh oh Oh god I
Every memory of looking out the back door I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor It's hard to say it, time to say it Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for It's hard to say it, time to say it Goodbye, goodbye
Remember the old arcade Blew every dollar that we ever made The cops seen us hanging out They said somebody went and burned it down
Goodbye
We used to listen to the radio And sing along with every song we know We said someday we'd find out how if feels To sing to more than just the steering wheel
Kim's the first girl I kissed I was so nervous that I nearly missed She's had a couple of kids since then I haven't seen her since god knows when
Oh oh oh Oh god I
Every memory of looking out the back door I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor It's hard to say it, time to say it Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for It's hard to say it, time to say it Goodbye, goodbye
I miss that town I miss the faces You can't erase You can't replace it I miss it now I can't believe it
So hard to stay So hard to leave it
If I could I relive those days I know the one thing that would never change
Every memory of looking out the back door I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor It's hard to say it, time to say it Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for It's hard to say it, time to say it Goodbye, goodbye
Look at this photograph Everytime I do it makes me laugh Everytime I do it makes me less |  |
| Saturday, June 16, 2007 at 12:37 PM |  | Go, go, go, go Go, go, go shawty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's yo birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck It's not your birthday! You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now more...they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck But homie ain't nothing change, hoe's down, G's up I see Xzibit in the cut hey nigga roll that weed up If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp In the hood, in L.A. they saying "50 you hot" They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold I'm fully focused man, my money on my mind I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow Her girlfriend willin to get bi and they ready to go
My flow, my show brought me the doe That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels Look nigga I done came up and I ain't changed
And you should love it, way more then you hate it Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right? When my joint get to pumpin in the club it's on I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up If the niggas hate then let 'em hate Watch the money pile up Or we go upside they wit a bottle of bub They know where we fuckin be
Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga less |  |
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