the long march to the Viet jungle "Oh Christ", I mumbled as I drew that card And my mates came to slap me on the back with due regard We were the sixth
your life stylin Mashed out Hit a motel room Crashed out Called up a ho to get your dick sucked though Bad bitch phat backs green contacts Real
from this cat's neck, making eye contact With thugs that need 2 ID's to cash checks Suddenly I see them whispering like they was in the huddle While this fella's cuddled up with
your mind right baby, goin through mine crazy When I'm in the shower, *69 me crazy Track my last call, contact my broad with a bitch or two had physical contact
0 So, I'mma come back to the real world Don't tell myself that you're not even a real girl Just a figment of my imagination If yous was real, we'd be
chance for contact There's no raison d'etre My only hope is one day I'll forget The pain of knowing what can never be With or without love it's all the
met on some real ghetto star shit Mad chicks on my melody's dick See he got this kinda grace about himself Dealin' with fast life all flooded up with
Dre) Little did he know that, waitin in the closet No matter what you call that, playboy sure got done Don was the one who came in contact with those with
if it ain't real ain't right I'm like no matter what the season Forever chill with Smith, I sip my fifth, I chill with Wess' and got my reasons so tell
go to the club there's always, This one knuckle head nigga always mean mugging and shit? Huh. You wanna, you wanna have contact with me. Have contact with
's got an urge to mate You're getting intimate with a demoniacal, metaphysical, digital vamp She'll turn up in high resolution just like a real automated
someone Whos only with you for sport (You're just another contact, open your eyes) He tells you this time it's love This time it's real (This time it's real
the top of they game Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue" It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue Rarely y'all come in contact with the real
praise Allah with visions of Gandhi Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke Nigga with them
Serious" Promatic featuring Eminem and Swift [Eminem] What's up with everybody beefin' Everybody seem like they wanna beef You know what I?m saying? Everybody beefin' with
what? I'm-fin-to-get-a-gun and stick-em-up" then crush a Thug's Bones with a chrome slug The black Cyrano DeBergerac of rap with the ghetto Anglo-Sax
them you pass it on, pass it on pass it on [T-Dubb] Now here I come slidin through, with my crew the homey's on focus so check the real view we roll
