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DJ Clue
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A Week Ago, Part 2
Hey Clue, turn me up a lil' bit The mic and the headphones all the way up It's a true story Listen close y'all, Clue
It all started off as a dream, me and you In the hood sellin' rocks, never thought I would see it through I was just a hood nigga sellin' crack with deflated hoop dreams You can't see it by the way the Bentley Coupe bling
I'm fresh out, just tryna keep my shoes clean While you on TV doin' your 1, 2 thing On BET sittin' by Free in them blue jeans Is the reason I waited for you like true fiends
Fast-forward, relationship in full swing News headlines read 'Game Got A New Fling' I got a new queen And after what happened at Hot 97, it's time for a new team
Get Jacob on the phone, cop some new bling Can't be affiliated if he snitched on This rap shit'll leave you scarred And through it all, you are my ghetto superstar
No sleepin', tossin', turnin' Never thought the tables were turnin' Seven days, my heart's still burnin' 'Cause it was all just good a week ago
Took a chance and now I'm learnin' Real talk, my faith would deter me Seven days, my heart's still burnin' 'Cause it was all just good a week ago
It's funny what seven days could change From the 'Dreams' video to a box at the Wizards' game I give my heart, my house and this chain Just to see your face when the roses came
You wanted me to meet your family, I'm on the next plane To eat dinner with your pops and be if change He said he would die for you, I told him I'd do the same And I seen it in his eyes, he could feel my pain
I told you I had a son, you wanted to know his name Harlem, but the fans call him 'Baby Game' For his birth, I was against all odds in the streets Me, Little Mike and Face dodgin' police
Now we in the studio, heads bobbin' to beats 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 First Jay and Beyonce, then Nas and Kelis Same night I told your pops I would give you the world I was your LL, you was my 'Around The Way Girl'
No sleepin', tossin', turnin' Never thought the tables were turnin' Seven days, my heart's still burnin' 'Cause it was all just good a week ago
Took a chance and now I'm learnin' Real talk, my faith would deter me Seven days, my heart's still burnin' 'Cause it was all just good a week ago
I had dreams of lovin' a R&B chick But I had no idea the shit feel like this If I told Dre, he wouldn't believe this shit Me and you at the movies holdin' hands watchin' 'Hitch'
And even though we both got a lot at risk We in DC eatin' chicken on a college bench To my condo in L.A., slap-box, I'm with Daddy's lil' girl, makin' people glock and a whip
Now is it that irate that a nigga could relate To us holdin' each other down on our first date? You remind me of my nigga, ridin' state to state She ain't worried about my digits 'cause we both got cake
You made yours singin', made mine off weight Niggaz reach, take five shots from a 38 And murder was the case that they gave me
No sleepin', tossin', turnin' Never thought the tables were turnin' Seven days, my heart's still burnin' 'Cause it was all just good a week ago
Took a chance and now I'm learnin' Real talk, my faith would deter me Seven days, my heart's still burnin' 'Cause it was all just good a week ago
DJ Clue, The Professional Hurricane, Mario Winans, gangsters need love too This song is dedicated to the baddest bitch in the game She know who she is DJ Clue, Professional Part 3, y'all know what it is
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