[O.C.] Yo, born May 13th 'round seventy-one Vietnam was a memory before my birth Around the time Nicky Barnes era came to a close Too young to know yet
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' you this story Means I caught another case Its either you or me And more than likely, its gonna be you, than me Aiight? Feel me O Day 2 of the
fuckin kids?! [Cube] Word Verse One: Ice Cube Little boys and girls, they all love me Come sit on the lap of I-C-E And let me tell ya a story or two
x2] Everybody breaking, breaking Up... Let's stay together, (together [x2]) Let's stay together Yea! [talking: Ludacris] Yea! tell Y'all a lil' story
] Let's go, ay This story we about to tell you, is all true The names may have been changed to protect some of those close to me Uhh, uhh, true story,
Because this heart is true, it's true, it's true So tell me, tell me that I'm not all alone And everything's alright So tell me, tell me that I'm not
if you thought You always tell a brother You've got a lot of money But you don't 'cause Yo lad you know what I be frontin' I'ma tell you why? 'Cause
soul news see we got the bomb track and the D-floor's the fuse The C-A-T E-M-P-I-R-E-S G-O-T A Party H-A-P-P-E-N-I-N-G and it's a G-O-Double N-A be seeing
I kill a foe We gon get it straight so tell me what it's hittin for And if you didn't know I really live the low I got the O's and the Yo Screamin really
E S P E C T I have this one wife, her name is Miss Melody I know I'm from the Bronx, she from the Brooklyn posse I tell ya look a little like this, then
take me out the game My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King A Midwest rider like my dirty Jesse James The C E O of dirty and he go by Cornell
I like to get money and get my dick sucked I ain't your average everyday little hoe nigga And I can see through you bitch youse a gold diggertellin me stories
All we want is the money I keep 'em bro wake up one morning And, with some money to spend, they go crazy I'm goin' to tell you a story in stereo About
I thought the hatin' would stop, but the rumors are passin' still Sounds like that busta that plugged mo holes than mass appeal You need to stop, hatin' on The C N O
Well, here's a little story, I got to tell About a thugged out homey, I know so well It started way back, when I was a teen In the hood, on the corner
But ever since the day Stacey went off to wander They never found her and Bob still hangs at the waffle diner And that's the story of Bob and his marijuana