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St. Lunatics - Love You So lyrics
Cardan - talking through chorus] You know I loved you right I never, I never knew girl, you see You know the pain right, you can feel my pain right? Uh, to the gateway, now check it out, yo [Chorus] Ooh, I loved you so But why I loved you, I'll never know Ooh, the pain you put me through You know you've killed, now I lust for you [Cardan] Now since I've came in the game, money and fame, I love it But whoever thought I'd wake up one mornin with no budget It's Cardi the golden kid with that older shit I live, learn, learn to live, the older I get And I remember Thursdays, hungry Thursdays 'Bout sixteen, seventee, um, Murphy age But this rap game I love it, it's like I'm married to it I proposed on Clue?, she said I'd be happy to do it Gave her a kiss, mmmwwhha, she gave me fifty G's Silly Cardi I spent it, now Cardi on his knees Now I'm livin reality, a Biggie Smalls theme Askin for one more chance to show her what I really mean She said, you done seen a lotta things baby bro' Even best friends turned and take out videos I got with the 'tics, EI, still no deal 'Til Sugar said "chill baby, everything is Fo' Reel" C'mon [Chorus] [Ali - talking through chorus] Yeah, loved y'all punk ass nigga, showed y'all love Never know that shit How the fuck you gon' drop a group, and the got the number one shit on the radio? Dumb ass nigga, look at us now, Fo' Reel nigga, Fo' Reel [Kyjuan] Nineteen-ninety-six! (hurry up, sign right here), let's sign these papers So we can get these papers and give these hoes the vapors Double-dumb entertainment dropped "Gimme What You Got" Off top, 'tics hot, even sent you a shot (Double-dumb nine sevennnnnnnn!) Didn't want Nelly on it, said his verse didn't fit Some ol' seperatin shit, ten percent ass bitch Whole town love us, no one is above us Treated you, no talent, knowin niggas like brothas No street team, no promotion Just woof tickets, raw fuckin, no lotion One year later you decide to drop an EP At the same time drop us, that confuse me So like a bastard child, we on our own Put out and left alone, y'all wont answer the phone It took a little time, but we got it ourself Five million records later, now y'all askin for wealth (One, two, three, four, five), nigga please [Chorus] [Murphy Lee - talking during chorus] You know what I'm sayin, life is crazy, you know what I'm sayin You got choices in life But bro' when you make 'em, you gotta make 'em and make 'em right And if you ain't makin 'em right it's just crazy You ain't got nobody else to blame, nobody but yourself You know what I'm sayin, mad truth to that [Murphy Lee] Let me pretend that I'm a lawyer and explain the situation Facin three-to-one five across state, humiliation St. Louis set it off, phone calls was long distance (Ay yo, it's four birdies in Houston), c'mon, send some one to get 'em Who would do it for a grand? Eighteen, only thing on our mind was that killer money From Missouri to the T-E-X, A-S Two cats strapped it tight, right up under her chest One-way trip on Southwest but she didn't make it that far Metal detectors went bizarre, one-way trip to the car Your honor, she got a baby that'll drive my granny crazy A long distance lawyer that keep on tellin us "maybe" And we all raise her baby, takin curr (care) of her daily This law shit is crazy, never cease to amaze me It's different from the eighties, ninety-five to lately They givin out time like dogs givin out rabies (Free City) [Chorus |
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