[Intro: Joell]
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Yo I ain't gon' front, shorty used to look GOOOOOD
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She's just lookin alright nowadays
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It's crazy {"C-C-C-Cookin Soul"}
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[Joell Ortiz:]
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Uhh, I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night
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I see that it was your love that inspired me to write
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I remember that day in the summer of 9-2
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Everybody gathered 'round and they was talkin 'bout you
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Eavesdropped for an hour and was happy when I left
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Went upstairs and wrote what I would say the day we met
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A little shorty then but I was confident to death
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They made you sound so fly so I just tried to be my best
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Crumpled a couple papers, first impressions happen once
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So I just wrote what I had heard - sippin liquor, rap and blunts
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Everybody said you liked that so that's what I tried to offer
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My crush on you was out of this world like a flyin saucer
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So next day I went outside and told the guys
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What I'm a tell you when we met and they looked at me all surprised
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My age was so young yet my words so mature
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One dude turned and said "She just might let you in the door"
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[Interlude: Joell]
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Y'knowmsayin? I had such a crush on this girl cause
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She was beautiful back then, it was like 9-2
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E'rybody's gathered 'round in front of my buildin talkin about her
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I'm like "Yo I can't wait 'til I meet her"
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I went upstairs inspired! Y'knowmsayin?
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Like, start writin down ideas like what I'm a tell her, the day we met
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Like damn, check it
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[Joell Ortiz:]
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After years of talkin to the guys I sharpened my pick-up lines
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And recorded 'em, makin sure they was delivered to you fine
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From tryin to find you it was myself that I would find
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So I told you who I was and the chronicles I designed
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Then a few years ago Koch Records gave me a sign
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I was doin the right thing when they put some money behind
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My story, they figued you like what I had to say
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I was popular, my story had even got back to Dre
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Knew we was gon' meet, so I tried to stay calm
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But I was fin' to be the man if I had you on my arm
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Ain't get to my head though, still wrote my letters with charm
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That's when a dude named Nas wrote a letter that you was gone
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Tried not to believe him but then he was co-signed
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By writers across the globe that was on they own grind
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So what was I supposed to do? (what?)
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For the first time in a long time I ain't have nothin to look forward to
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[Interlude: Joell]
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So y'all followin me, right?
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I mean I'm pretty sure by now y'all should have an idea of who I'm talkin 'bout
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I'm pretty sure y'all don't think she look as fly
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As she used to back in the days either
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So I ain't alone in this vote, but um
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I'm a try to, I'm a try to save her, man
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I'm a try to rescue her, man
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Y'knowmsayin? She deserve that (listen)
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[Joell Ortiz:]
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I still wrote to you, even though I heard the rumors
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That's when I came to my own understandin of who you was
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No one's actually met you, they just write and hope you hear it
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And hope that you're attracted to the person in their lyrics
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Some people try to bag you by tellin you what they have
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Hopin you're materialistic and like to brag
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Others try to scoop you by portrayin that they tough
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Prayin that you're a good girl and you like 'em rough
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The newest sensation's tryin to get you through a dance
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So if y'all bump heads at a party you'll give him an extra glance (hey!)
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Then there's a couple people like I
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That let you know exactly who they are, why not?
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But not a soul's met you face-to-face
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So with every word they write is where they place the faith
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(Dear hip-hop) Provin the next line in this lyric
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How can hip-hop be dead when she's a spirit?
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[Outro: Joell]
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YAOWA! Joell Ortiz (yeah)
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Just fuckin 'round with my pen again, you know
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Food for thought nigga, haha
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I'm nice! [laughs] Yo man
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I don't even know, where this gon' end up, but just give it some air
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Rrrrah!
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Food For Thought
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Joell Ortiz |