I got a letter, story of frustration I got a number, counting complications It's got me running from my situation Blame it on my own imagination (Roll
, 6 it's an experience 8, 9, 10 do it all again While we're waiting on a lucky number 7 Waiting on a lucky number seven I need a 7 or maybe 11 It's
Traduction: Play. Sept.
Holding my ground And I miss you For seven years, An' need you For seven years, On that's not a game I don't wanna play On the tray, Just for seven years
the All City varsity, hard-headed squad We played y'all spades, y'all handle y'all cards But we ain't all odds, we just blaze, man Y'all playin' checkers
a bunch caught ali-oops on the rest of them I got the lean on the "J" now it really don't matter if we play in arenas or playgrounds throw it around the
-L that's the best of the sevens No games played your boy dropped through like the ???? In the passenger I'm mashin'em Dunkin off the glass on'em These other players
you?re in or when you?re out ?Cause when you?re through you?re through There?s a cafe just ?round the corner from the home I call a house I sit and play
m great, like Tony the Tiger Bowl of Frosted Flakes eat it every single night cause I'm makin my grand entrance in the room And I'm trying to play it
[Deluxe Edition / iTunes Bonus Track] Huh... YEEAHH [Verse 1:] I've been the tree house for seven hours Lookin at your house girls Ever since you kick
chall know about 72 from 9 in the week's time Without working with a weapon I was winning but what was mine Serious was the game I didn't play with it
T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S Where you can get good weed good drank, or even get put to rest Down here we rep the Screwed Up Click, or rep the Swishahouse And we don't play
to chase me home from school Just cause I sported corduroy britches, and Pro Wing shoes I use to have a lunch card, cause them times was hard Since the seven
(*singing*) [Hook: Tanya Herron] Why, do we live this way So many murders, where the children play And it's about, to make me lose my mind We're running
having money is a must Give me the issue or get touched, the scuffling up Fuck with the raw like a cut, cause I hit too hard Radio stations don't play
Don Getting off my chest, know I'm saying Cut these all the way off people, feel me Yeah, this how it go, fa sho [Z-Ro] Ten, nine, eight, seven, six
me and my baby girl break it off Haters'll stop they self-defense friends every ten minutes drop it's off When three's comany and four is a crowd And my situation is seven
