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(Eightball) Yeah, Yeah...Space Age forever..Niggas and hoes better recognize Eightball & MJG...been ten toes down in this game since we were two young
Spliff in the ashtray-we're strong but far too little Her touch tickles, especially when she's gentle But i don't hear words cos i saw the instrumental
they wanna hold hands... Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man... All because I'm the lead singer of my band... So I get off stage right and
directly behind the monkeys Hold up! Don't get me wrong, I'm lookin' for Ms.Right But tonight ain't the time, I'm lookin' for right now It's two thousand
for you to wait 'til the next day Just straighten up your life and you can start right here Drop the cocaine and the bottles of beer People always say it ain't right
me and you? What's the difference between me and you? Back when cube was rollin' wit Lorenzo in a Benzo I was bangin' wit a gang of instrumentals Got
compromise The very thing that keeps two hearts intertwined A promise is a promise you can't deny, there's no way I think of when there was a young boy, not even two
you call the greatest Takin 'em down from the biggest bitches to smallest haters I'm 'bout to serve these niggaz, call 'em waiters Got my mind right, money right
back right That's how niggaz get popped Tryin' to get the cheaper price Watch yo' paper, guard your life 'Cause most these niggaz ain't livin' right
out his blue Bible, change fell out his coat Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope Oooh rev ain't right, his church ain't right Deacon is a pimp,
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me I don't wanna here nuttin' Word up, got to pay Yeah, it's like that right Blow his back out, make his shoes work Aye yo
Imma spit two The promise that I give you to the virtue that's on my garment I'm Godsent, my right hand raised, I'm honest, pay homage I lay in garbage
Big faces in these true jeans! (HUH? !) I don't tie nor lace 'em keep some lose strings (all day!) Tongue hangin' son fakin in them two G's. She gon' drop on two
history For some people, their lucky number's 7 For q-dogs, it's 1911 November 17th, underneath the ceilings Behind the walls of ? thurkill hall? [verse two
arriba y p'abajo, we rocked and we rolled Como, dos animales fuckin out of control [18 seconds of instrumental] [Chorus One] + [Chorus Two]
be evil like Knieval then jump I guarantee your punk ass catch the speed lump The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the mental custom designed, for instrumental