'Cause we go way back Some things don't ever change Yeah, you and me Like Like Prince and Marvin Gaye Like Like South Side on Sunday James Brown and Michael J Like Like them high school parties We go way back Don't you ever think

Smashin' up, them 'Raris dash out (cash out) 'Member all them nights we used to trap out? Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens) Passin' all them haters, cash out (cash out) Let's party like like the '70s Blowin' on hella tree It don't matter to me,

Something I I don't know, Tell me, tell me, tell me, How many inches in a mile, Getcha not to treat me like like a child, baby. What it takes to make you smile, I hear it everyday, I hear it all the time, I'm never gonna amount to much, But they're never gonna

It's times like like this, but time's run out But for now I I don't see what's so wrong with pretending It's true I I thought you knew. This place reminds me of, A time that's way too old. These thoughts have gathered up the memories unfold. Believe her, it's all

It's like like that y'all Yo, I'm checkin' for Left Eye man I I don't know God, I don't know God I I don't God, I don't really really know check my flow My man Al B. Sure 'He's In Effect Mode' Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue It's not like like honey dip

Can't help but stare Camo, canary yellow, red white and blue, Highfive to the guy who thought about cutting that thing in two String around her neck or without a strap Watching girls in bikinis is like like watching a slinky walk down the stairs (Gimme,

You're just sorry for yourself And though you may seem fine alone Don't tell me you're sorry If you could make them proud You could leave the world and feel like like you've Tell them that it's only temporary I'm trying my best to smile But that's never

Give it up fast, quick and not slow Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit QBC, nigga grab your click Got out the airport the Mobb pick me up in the truck Jury junkie like like fuck I ain't scared to get

Brad Pitt, that's my cousin When you see me in the club Angelina show me love You got me fucked up Like Like you don't know what's up All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it Brad, Brad, Pitt Slick shit man that's all we do do hoe That little homie let me

Them girls be like, them girls be like like Oh hey hey that's what we be like (That's what we be like like yeah) (Lovin' this life 'cause we really don't care) If you ever been around then you'll hear us Talkin' all that crazy shh like like we do do Do Do you ever post your