I first saw my on the Subway train On my way from a cue in White Plains A pretty young thing, brown and skin clean With the of a queen though she was only 15 And I was 16, my was in a swirl And by the looks of girl, I was a peasant Who did not have a or a prayer in the world another nigga with them rasta curls So she on the train did me to her brain assumin' I would most likely be A hustler, I fuck it, she could never like me Or much less I knew she was special, all of the above And then I my eyes to envision me and her as one On a California in the sun When I opened my eyes, yo, the train ride was I glanced her way, only to receive in return Knowing one day I would earn A chance with this trapped in a teen's body I would play America, you could be Gotti, I'm sayin... I was trapped I turned my head
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A whole year by without seeing her once It seemed ev-ery day was as long as a month And now it seemed days eternally, it's she I But also to be an MC is I wanted To a dollar, every other girl seemed sour The only thing I pictured in my mind was my with Kalifornia I told my niggas in time, girl would be mine They called me crazy, assumin' I was mad lazy And the monetary Assets, plus my style was not everybody knew she was fly with fitness Being to her once a year was cool Fuck When I it up my niggas dismissed the mockery I kept it in my mind tightly you remind me Yo, I have my niggas behind me But then, you taken anyway Forcing me to plan A Kali-forn-i-ay...
From a Analyzed my prey persistence Comin' up a system It was straight, a phone around eight Conversate for a while to up The time it was a mutual attraction And news was old I'm in apparently she was watchin' me And we to probably be As as the East Coast and West Coast be A B-Boy's dream, the serene yin to my that was ragin' I was amazed, this was all happenin' before a got paid And after the storm cleared his parade Now, there such a thing as stress She got my back, and with I know how it's A who figured that the search wouldn't start For another few years I just stay apart In love with the Triple X, and Hennessy But now you remind me, memory...
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