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(feat. Candy Hill) [Tupac:] (What's Ya Phone Numba?) Now I Can Make Music For Ya Tempo It's Just A Mental Written For The Nymphos That's A Intro Shook
on the low So its on bring me to your city girl I would be your volenteer You'llbe my magician girl Back to the room she put me on the chair Just a
plummet committee Sputtering bum numb enough to stomach the city Who's that hugging a silhouette of willows with a hill's crest pan out? On the candy
nine kids deep; see, why I gotta deal? And serve so the government, can't touch my skrill Before I'm sittin in my big, house, on the hill Dark, not in
another mill, on my new-new home Cause you looking at my rims, cause they two-two chrome And them boys put they candy, on them S.U.V.'s Full equipped
wanna ride with the southside? Northside gon' ride Do you wanna ride with the southside? Southside worldwide!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Verse 1:] Hey ho, hey ho Southside gon' hold Its candy coat on
[Verse 1:] There coming to get you Barbara, please don't Scream, they want to dine on your flesh, if you Know what I mean, there a house on the hill
so sweet make her wanna eat the candy store 1 2 3 4 Lets go hit the strip baby then go home and strip baby Foxx and lil wayne on this blaze shit baby
Candy introduced me to a Jagged Edge Three homies from the Dec, one from right around the corner We went in, came out, now everybody on 'em Three albums later, everyboby on
4 rolled diamond chain, iced out belt buckle Aye and I'm still on the grind I own 10 watches but I'm never on time I show up late-cause I blow up weight
with E and Flip with the mother ship in the 90 eclipse Number 1 on the grain I grip got kool-aid left in the drank I sip My candy drip when I buy a car
drive way I'm a do it my way Eggnogs got daddy swervin' on the highway Chains on the tires Ice up on the window 10 degrees fahrenheit Freezing as the
ride fresh, but hate to ride with Tecs But the way that these jackers roll up, knowing for the best With diamonds on my neck, bulletproof vest on chest
leave you skiing illegally And I gets my swerve on With Mr. Serv On Gettin a helluva spursion With KL's and Burbons Definetly get my verse on Got it changed
gangsta lean Put Cali on the map, West side on my back Hometown on my face, 45's on my lap 20 in my air low, hundred on my neck piece Just Bought
See The Glory Eph. 1: 18; 2 Cor. 4: 6, 6: 1 I never did like the word mediocre I never wanted it to be said of me, oh, no Just point me to the job
