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Traffic No Face No Name No Number

I'm looking for a girl who has no face She has no name or number And so, I search within his lonely place Knowing that I won't find her Well, I can't

-love, expert in the bedwork corridor Man see a touches her, man you'll feel sorry for Hustlers, bubblers, jugglers, sufferers All wanna know what her name and phone number

dogg blares bangin out from coast to coast Cali Agent number two, y'all maestros to crew I strangle MC's until they face turn black and blue The crackable

back and chill like ya name was Phil Jack. dominatin cats like Kobe and Shaq crackin heads back till them haters say that Slow Loud And Bangin number

up for one twenty five Post my face, wanted dead or alive Take my license, all that jive I can't drive fifty five Oh no! Uh! So I signed my name on number

inside it (No more daddy's little girl) I need her, I'll eat her Do anything to please her My ghetto queen of Sheba Got your name and your number in

Codeine was forced in your drink You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, fuck she never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb

love, expert in the bedwork corridor Man see a touches her, man you'll feel sorry for Hustlers, bubblers, jugglers, sufferers All wanna know what her name and phone number

make millions (that's weak!) That's weak like gangstas that hide behind children (hahaha, yeah!) Novocain the game, no shame No feelings, no names, no numbers