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Schyeah Mama told me hella times "Never trust a strobe light" They break all, break all law They can't keep us down Do you believe in the light? Do you believe in the light? This kind of fight? This kind of night? This kind of night? This kind of night? This kind of fight? This kind of Christ? Now you got me back on Melrose Just spent a hundred racks tryna get home (Puss') She tryna double back to Rodeo (Puss') Tellin' me I'm too ghetto Uh, way too much smoke, I need more ammo (Phew, phew) Rock star from the hood, I got a gun and a rose We done took off with a couple hoes, I'm tryna line some more And I almost took her home but she started lyin' some more Uh, every day I'm just him, every day she wanna scheme She wanna borrow my jet, she wanna be on my team Kiss on me like menthol, I'm tryna bust in her mouth Tell 'em bring the bags to the house, but we can't go to the mall Now you got me back on Melrose Letras de cancionesSpent a hundred racks tryna get home She tryna double back to Rodeo To tellin' me I'm too ghetto Now you got me back on Melrose Spent a hundred racks tryna get home (Puss') She tryna double back to Rodeo (Puss', puss') To tellin' me I'm too ghetto (Puss') Mama told me watch them girls (Ooh-yeah, ooh-yeah) That ain't independent, I know she gon' spend it Say that pussy mine even if that pussy rented I'm not the first junkie, I know somebody done rid it She not innocent, but I'm into it Say she love me, I don't believe her, but I love the sentiment They say that I done copped a fever, I been fuckin' a foreign bitch And I'm foreign, bitch Still keep a couple hoes on the block (Uh) First time seen a trunk in the front Rockstar, we ain't never no punks (Uh) Stadiums, we done sold out a bunch (Uh) Actress eat this dick up for lunch (Uh) New ass, ain't did a squat or a crunch Melrose, yeah, before I could turn home (Uh) (Before I could turn home, before I could turn home) Now you got me back on Melrose Spent a hundred racks tryna get home She tryna double back to Rodeo (Ha) To tellin' me I'm too ghetto (Ha, ha) Now you got me back on Melrose (Puss', puss', uh) Spent a hundred racks tryna get home (Puss') She tryna double back to Rodeo (Puss', puss') To tellin' me I'm too ghetto (Puss') From Letras Mania