Girl lyrics

Artist  : Luniz 
Song : Girl



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[Yukmouth]



Welcome



Little boys and girls, listen



A man can get caught up in things (Right)



It's like a gridlock (Right)



He gots ta have it (ugh ugh), his girl got his
mind (ugh ugh)



Took over his whole body, he needs her (Speak on
it)



He can't live without her (Ugh!), dig this







Her name was Lady Heroin, I think he met her at a
Chevron



Late night stressin he caught his wife sexin with
his cousin Stefan



He told his wife to get to step on



before I start lettin loose on your skanless ass
with the weap-on



Then since he's learnt, involved in a three year
marriage



Arguin, fightin with his wife at night, arrested
by sheriff



Embarrassed, handcuffed, go to jail in your
drawers



and all of this because his wife tried to put the
knife to his balls



And oh naw, cock the seat uhh, she tried to
straight Lorraine Lee Bobbit me



I woke up out of a dream, she was on top of me



Screamin that's how it gotta be, holdin a
dagger



I grabbed my gat, point it at her, she dropped
the dagger, I slapped her



Months after he got out of jail, seriously hooked
on girl



Lips chapped, face pale, body skinny and frail



Tales of a married man whose life was stressed
too much



Had to resort to snortin drugs and such just to
keep in touch



with himself, his wife suin for half of the
wealth (uhh)



And all that shootin in his veins was gettin bad
for his health



His cards was dealt, methamphetamines on the
shelf



Smokin the creamery, the greatest thing the man
ever felt



Now he's high, pull over on the bridge ???



Ready to die, he took his last swig of Reynell



A livin hell, he climbed on the rail then he
yelled



"God all my life I failed" as he slipped and
fell, oh girl







	[Chorus]



	Why'd you have to do me that way?



	I love you til this day



	Even stinks to think you're the one we used to
stay



	Girl, why'd you have to leave for so long?



	I'll never give you up



	Never seemed to act touchable, that was the
start







[Crooked I]



She was a gangsta ass bitch, the greatest of all
time



She took my heart and my mind, turned me to a
life of crime



Now I'm, under pressure to impress her



I wake up, put on my bullet proof vestin



grab my Smith & Wessin off the dresser



then I, hop up in a chopped up rag Tre



When I, cross your path you're havin a bad day



Cos I, make the automatic mag spray



Gimme the cash, she taught me to get mine the
fast way



I creep on ballers while they blaze joints



I'm snatchin caine boulders and jackin Range
Rovers at gauge point



Under hypnosis, robbin the closest nigga



The diagnosis - psychosis, the cirrhosis is from
doses of liquor



that I'm sippin by the picture, tryin to ditch
ya



but when ever she get dug, the bitch'll be witcha
for richer



or poorer, through sickness and health



Eyewitness, if I shake this mistress I can handle
business myself



But I love her so much I'm stuck in her
clutches



I talk about her, can't walk without her, she's
my crutches



She showed a young nigga how to check grip



Connectin me with the correct licks to collect
chips



And if I leave her, no question I'm destined to
hurt



And she's the reason half of the homies are
restin in dirt



It's Crooked I next, I'll probably get dropped by
some metal (some metal)



Just for comin around my girl (who?), the ghetto
(my girl)







	[Chorus]







[Knumskull]



I'm curbside, and my girl sellin graciously



Never no worries, and if Task kick, we skeet and
scurry



I'm posted up makin my squillion



My mind set - I don't stop til I get a million



But I'm seein baby momma's and grandpas gettin
double



Legit, that ain't my problem cos I bubble



I always wonder why friends came back for mo' and
mo'



The high was fantastic, smelt like plastic but
it's dope



Scope the area before I made moves, losin
gains



was the up-and-downs in this so-called game but
hey



Take the punches and blows, put aside, the crack
babies



Dope fiend mommas and nasty hoes, peep



I'm walkin around the spot with a bundle in my
mouth



Yay leakin through the plastic in drastic
amounts



I'm feelin wide eyed, probably lookin like a
tweaker



Spit the bundle in my palm, and tried to keep
calm



My dove shrunk down, to tens, I'm high off
crack



and damn, it didn't really feel bad



Started thinkin, this use to be a rich man
high



I gotta high drug tolerance so I'll give it a
try



Went home and did my thang, snatched a two
hundred bundle for keeps



The shit was so good I was Pookie for two
weeks



Luckily, I bounced back, but I stopped sellin
cream



Now this is like one big dream, oh girl







	Chorus to fade