I met you in a club in Atlanta Georgia
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Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
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You looked at me like yeah nigga right
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But you gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
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Powder, how's about them oranges
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Moved away from home to school with big plans
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By day, studied the history of music
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By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
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To get your pants was a mission impossible
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We were both the same age but I
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Suppose wasn't on the same page but in
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The same book of life so I'd paged you when
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I felt you that were getting off of work
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Or either when you're on your way to school
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We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert
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And in my idle head I'm thinking cool
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Just when I think I'm going down your shirt
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You're hiking up your skirt now
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The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
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Heaven or hell
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The angelic nastiness you possessed made you by far the best
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Therefore hard to tell
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You'd dropped me off by the dungeon
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Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
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Now are these niggaz in this house up to something
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Selling crack sack by sacks so they could function?
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Well, yes and no
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Yes we were selling it
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But no it wasn't blow
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Cook it in the basement then move it at a show
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Then grab the microphone and everybody yelled ˇ°hoˇ±
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Meanwhile the video starts playing
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BET college radio and a van
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Packed full of niggaz with a blunt in their hand
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And one in their ear
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You know what I'm saying
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But, I kept your number in my old phone
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Got a new chip flip with the roam roam
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So it took me a minute to retrieve seven digits
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But I promised I would call you when I got home
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But, when I got home I never did
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By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
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By some nigga in Decatur
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Who replied see you later when he got the good news, that's life shit
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Now, I'm nineteen with a Cadillac
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My nigga had a Lex with the gold pack
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Got a plaque but I'm living with my pop pop
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So I got glock and a low jack
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You kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw
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And never said much ˇ®cause half of what he saw
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Was so far from that place you wanna be
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That words only fucked it up more follow me
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Are you starting to gather what I'm getting at?
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Now if I'm losing you tell me then I'll double back
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But keep in mind, at the time ˇ°keep it realˇ± was the phrase
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Silly once said now, but those were the days
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When spring break
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And Daytona
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And Freakniks
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Made you wanna
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Drop out of college and never go back
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Move to the south but that ain't a Kodak
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Moment, on went myself and big boi
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Well you knew him as Twan
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That's right you were around before this shit begun
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When Twan had a daughter and
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Sort of was made to mature before the first tour
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We hit the road like jack
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Laughed and cried and drived it back with some Yak
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Girls used to say, y'all talk funny, y'all from the islands?
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And I'd Laughed and they just keep smiling
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No, I'm from Atlanta baby
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He from Savannah, maybe
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We should hook up and get tore up and then lay down hey we
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Got to go because the bus is pulling out in 30 minutes
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She's playing tennis disturbing the tenants
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15-love
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Fit like glove
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Description is like
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15 doves
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In a Jacuzzi catching the Holy Ghost
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Making one woozy in the head and comatose, agree?
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Enough about me
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How's about you?
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How's the lil' kid?
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She was about 2 the last time we spoke
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I hadn't smoked or took a shot of drink
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Cause I'd start the 2nd album off on another note
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Now, that note threw some niggaz in the hood off
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But see I'd balled out, and before I fall out
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I'd Slow my Lac down to a nice speed
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The brain is that fried egg I might need
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New direction was apparent
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I was a child looking at the floor staring
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So changing my style was like release for the primitive beast
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Yes I was on the rise, yeast was the street
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To make bread-Never primary concern
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Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn
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I'd meet muslims, ganstas, bitches, rastas, and macoroni niggaz - imposters
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So on a trip to New York on some beeswax
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I ge t invited to a club where emcees at
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And on stage is a singer with some thing on her head
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Similar to the turban that I covered up my dredz with
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Which I was rocking at the time
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When I was going through them phases trying to find
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Anything that seemed real in the world
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Still searching, but I started liking this girl
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Now you know her
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As Erykah on and on Badu
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Call Tyrone on the phone why you
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Do that girl like that boy you ought to be ashamed
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The song wasn't about me and that ain't my name
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We're young, in love, in short we had fun
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No regrets no abortion, had a son
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By the name of Seven
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And he's five
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By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
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You do the arithmetic
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Me do the language arts
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Y'all stand against the wall blindfolded me throw the darts
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To poke you in the heart
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And take you from the start
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To one luxury transportation and a Marta card
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Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays
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Momma or her daddy let her borrow the Benz because she's smart
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Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor
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And he sells you that rabbit that's been sitting in his yard
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You fix it up.. you trick it out.. you give it rims.. you give it bump
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You give it all your time because that's all you can think about
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..And that's as far as I got
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[Dialogue]
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And that's as far as I got, and where I wanted to go
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knowing the whole time that's all you could think about
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even though if you cut it off and start that bitch up
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you need a jump like you'll need in your rump to grow
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and you change all the time so that rabbit that you thought about
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that whole summer, the next summer you didn't want that rabbit no more
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you wanted something bigger and better
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So the summer past and the rabbit is old?
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Right, right, so now you want a Cadillac...
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A Life In The Day Of Benjamin Andre (Incomplete)
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| Outkast |
