Chop 100 - Out In Vegas

Yea
I did something I shouldn't of
Coming from the heart on this one
When your coming from the hear you gotta be understanding it's like
Crunch time baby
Fuck the cool kids I'm in the lunch line faded
Couple bruising from my love out in Vegas
I knew when I left it had to stay there
Don't get disrespectful I don't play that
Told you I'm a message you right back after the plane land
Impatient
Left that shit on read, say less
You wouldn't walk a mile in my shoes it pays less
And hurt more
Direct the Navi to the drug store
Think I'm attracted to the turmoil
A magnet to disaster but imagine who I work for
Yea
My life is yours lord
I knew your indecisiveness would lead to crisis if I stuck around
So I left you then
But I still love you know
No I never did like to come around
Because the ones you with be vibing on the ground
Bring you down
Baby I've been in the clouds
Sad to say if you leave you can never come back
Santa's slay Christmas eve with an Elf in the passenger
I got the gift of gab that gave me a presence in rapping
Crunch time baby
Fuck the cool kids I'm in the lunch line faded
Couple bruises, na
Chuck the deuces to my love out in Vegas
I knew when I left it had to stay there
Don't get intercepted trying to play catch
Get outta them
Shut her mouth again
Ain't no coming back I won't allow it
I want to be me
Don't give a fuck how niggas feeling
I don't want to retreat
Doing what I can
Grown mand strong arming the beat
You know
Got damned well you wanted to leave
You can, not be telling them I'm the one cheating
But I'm sexy as fuck so I know why they believe it
It's hard to live your life and take advice when it be jealousy
You're telling me
How to do it right if you were me
But you're not me, myself or I
Them the three niggas I roll with like a trio
Amigo
Eddie Guerrero R I P though
Did this for all my niggas that never get to see those hoes
That ain't even worth your time
Hold up wait
I need a hundred dollar bill not a dime
Yea, rolling up dope getting high
Yea, talk yo shit get shot yea yea
Niggas mad at me cause I'm popping
Imagine if I actually had a condom
Crunch time baby
Fuck the cool kids I'm in the lunch line faded
Chuck the deuces to my love out in Vegas
Yea, I knew when I left it had to stay there
Yes I did
Imagine if you actually had a conscience

Written by:
Robert Parker

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