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[Verse 1:]
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Listen up, turn your box up, gather all around
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This one's strictly for the ghetto
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Some of y'all recognize, some of y'all won't
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Better pay attention and listen close
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There was an old lady who lived in my hood that sold freeze pops for a quarter
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Had so many kids that I lost count, more sons than she had daughters
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And every night before they would fall asleep
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They would pray for shelter and food to eat
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But the landlord huffed and blew the house down and now they out on the streets
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And now she cleans, she mops the tears they drop
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The only sound that drowns it out comes from my music box
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[Chorus:]
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So just let the music play (Play)
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Don't let it stop (No)
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It ain't easy growing up in the hood but I got my music box
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When the sirens sound, wind it up
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Or the shots ring down, just wind it up
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When i'm up to no good cause I got my music box
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[Verse 2:]
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There was an old man, he lived in the hood
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Had rubber bands, dimes, and quarters worth a block put him away
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Left his wife and kids, it affects his teenage daughter
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Couldn't shake the reflections, starved to perfection
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I've seen it all before
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Now she ignores the advice of a kid folk
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Tell her stay home, but she creeping out the back door
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And now she pays the cost, young girl so lost
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I feel your pain, try to maintain
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Wind up your music box
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[Chorus]
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Da Da Da
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Da Da Da
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Da Da Da
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Da Da Da
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Da Da Da
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[Bridge:]
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This hood situation's got me sick
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Call the doctor quick, quick, quick
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Doctor, doctor will I die (Na na young girl just let the song play)
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[Chorus]
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Da Da Da
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Da Da Da
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Da Da Da
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Da Da Da
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Da Da Da
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Cause I got my music box
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Da Da Da
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Da Da Da
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Da Da Da
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Da Da Da
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Da Da Da
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My music box
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Music Box
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| Keke Palmer |
