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I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia

Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album

You looked at me like, yeah nigga, right

But you gave me your number, anyway you were on the talcum



Powder, how's about them oranges?

Moved away from home to school with big plans

By day, studied the history of music

By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance



To get your pants was a mission impossible

We were both the same age but I

Suppose wasn't on the same page but in

The same book of life so I'd paged you when



I felt you that were getting off of work

Or either when you're on your way to school

We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert

And in my idle head I'm thinking cool

Just when I think I'm going down your shirt



You're hiking up your skirt now

The events that followed had me

Volley if your hometown would be Heaven or Hell

The angelic nastiness you possessed made you by far the best

Therefore hard to tell



You'd dropped me off by the dungeon

Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering

Now are these niggaz in this house up to something

Selling crack sack by sacks so they could function?



Well, yes and no

Yes ,we were selling it but no it wasn't blow

Cook it in the basement then move it at a show

Then grab the microphone and everybody yelled, Ho



Meanwhile the video starts playing

BET college radio and a van

Packed full of niggaz with a blunt in their hand

And one in their ear, you know what I'm saying



But, I kept your number in my old phone

Got a new chip flip with the roam, roam

So it took me a minute to retrieve seven digits

But I promised I would call you when I got home



But, when I got home I never did

By the time I did, heard that you had a kid

By some nigga in Decatur who replied see you later

When he got the good news, that's life shit



Now, I'm nineteen with a Cadillac

My nigga had a Lex with the gold pack

Got a plaque but I'm living with my pop, pop

So I got glock and a low jack



You kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw

And never said much cause half of what he saw

Was so far from that place you wanna be

That words only fucked it up more follow me



Are you starting to gather what I'm getting at?

Now if I'm losing you, tell me then I'll double back

But keep in mind, at the time 'Keep It Real' was the phrase

Silly once said, now, but those were the days



When spring break and Daytona

And Freakniks made you wanna

Drop out of college and never go back

Move to the South but that ain't a Kodak



Moment, on went myself and Big Boi

Well, you knew him as Twan

That's right you were around before this shit begun

When Twan had a daughter and

Sort of was made to mature before the first tour



We hit the road like Jack

Laughed and cried and drived it back with some Yak

Girls used to say, y'all talk funny, y'all from the islands?

And I'd laughed and they just keep smiling



No, I'm from Atlanta, baby, he from Savannah, maybe

We should hook up and get tore up and then lay down, hey, we

Got to go because the bus is pulling out in 30 minutes

She's playing tennis disturbing the tenants



15-love fit like glove

Description is like 15 doves

In a Jacuzzi catching the Holy Ghost

Making one woozy in the head and comatose, agree?



Enough about me, how's about you?

How's the lil' kid? She was about two the last time we spoke

I hadn't smoked or took a shot of drink

'Cause I'd start the second album off on another note, now



That note threw some niggaz in the hood off

But see I'd balled out, and 'fore I fall out

I'd slow my lac down to a nice speed

The brain is that fried egg I might need



New direction was apparent

I was a child looking at the floor staring

So, changing my style was like relief for the primitive beast

Yes, I was on the rise, yeast was the street



To make bread, never primary concern

Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn

I'd meet Muslims, gangstas, bitches

Rastas, and Macaroni niggaz, imposters



So, on a trip to New York on some beeswax

I get invited to a club where MC's at

And on stage is a singer with some thing on her head

Similar to the turban that I covered up my dredz with



Which I was rocking at the time

When I was going through them phases trying to find

Anything that seemed real in the world

Still searching, but I started liking this girl



Now you know her as Erykah on and on Badu

Call Tyrone on the phone, why you

Do that girl like that boy? You ought to be ashamed

The song wasn't about me and that ain't my name



We're young, in love, in short we had fun

No regrets, no abortion, had a son

By the name of Seven and he's five

By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six



You do the arithmetic, me do the language arts

Y'all stand against the wall, blindfolded me throw the darts

To poke you in the heart and take you from the start

To one luxury transportation and a Marta card



Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays

Momma or her daddy let her borrow the Benz because she's smart

Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor

And he sells you that rabbit that's been sitting in his yard



You fix it up, you trick it out, you give it rims

You give it bump, you give it all your time

Because that's all you can think about

And that's as far as I got



And that's as far as I got, and where I wanted to go

Knowing the whole time that's all you could think about

Even though if you cut it off and start that bitch up

You need a jump like you'll need in your rump to grow



And you change all the time

So that rabbit that you thought about that whole summer

The next summer you didn't want that rabbit no more

You wanted something bigger and better



So the summer past and the rabbit is old?

Right, right, so now you want a Cadillac
 

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