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[M. Sayyid]hey yo this theme wasn't a dream I'm dead ass no leanit started with this chick who moved in thirteenI started hearin' a knock at four o clock amstarted hearin' a flock of high heels pop across the hallI'm sayin' yo what the fuck' through the peep holeseen some people tippin' the lab chicks I meanbadass kiko smack you off your egoout to eat go but chill, here's the sequelI mean here's the meet yotakin out the garbage on the creep yothe door opened up a voice said 'nice to greet you'I played the low, noddin, half lookin in the roomtil I seen what was cookin, ooh (oh, shit)another chick rockin a brawatchin tv holdin keys to a car, boomnow I'm definitely not lookin, yo I gotta loomthe chick at the door said their gonna party til noonas the light from the moon hit the hall wallshe talked a little, wigglin her middlegigglin like she had plans to fiddlinfocus not shookensayin she just moved up from from brooklyn (word?)wasn't really tooken, wasn't really lookinyeah, whatever, whatever, wellSongtextewelcome to white planes, you stacked with a tight framewanna smash (errr) whiplash in the right laneman, not a nice gameshe laughed, asked me if I knew mike zane in fifteenI was like 'ummm, not really, no''well, I know he's got that blow'I was like 'oh'took a picture of that body in my mind, yothen it was time to gocause I wasn't tryin to get caught up in the snowpicked up the trash bag, time to break yonext morning woke up to a fuckin stage showseven squad cars, DEAthree shepherds and snitches that sing like Stevie Jfor that green, cause those chicks in thirteenwere undercover strain and busted mike zanewith twenty six ounces of pure cocaineschemes are not always what they seemin the maze these days there's many demonsto get you soul by any means Aus Songtexte Mania