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I've been waitin' on the other side For your friends to leave So I don't have to hide I prefer they didn't know So I've been waitin' on the other side

Comin' from the playground Take it straight back to the bricks Yo Chris, tell 'em where it is Chillin', cooler den a squeak, kickin' dirt on my sneakers

Iesha, Iesha so glad to meetcha See you in the schoolyard strollin' wit' your techa The lil' skirt you played was really fly She turned around and she

Let's start the show off, sisters ago look alive The Queen Latifah, the King of 45 Bringing a mixture of pure flavor I make beats, she rock rhymes, so

To the ocean we march, We walk the darkest shore, In our thousands, Beckoned by the call to arms. This place is armageddon. The ground trembles, the

Bloody nose, empty pockets A rented car with trunk full of guns It ain't true that the sun don't rise in Vegas I seen it once She might have been somebody

You ain't much of a player And you ain't playing for free You just know all the chatter And you've been chatting to me Now you're taking me down With

Here I am again, perfect timing The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming I used to hate the fool in me but only in the morning Now I tolerate

This ain't exactly hell. It sure as hell ain't heaven. I love you like the dickens and I miss you like the Devil. I guess I'll do my time waitin' in this