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This one is dedicated to the excitable ones not the possums playing dead messing with my head "X" amount of action, "X" amount of game for years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh oooh Gone already to the bored of it all type lingo that I'm seein' every single night I'm out bustin' heads for it but yours gets busted right back, lip split and I messed up but I got back tryin, don't bother lyin bout constant disappointment but the fun is in the hunt so quit actin on a front, yeah you're unmotivated, you're sorta faded but the remedy is not so get on with what you got Remember "Lady of Guadeloupe" the times mother made mole and after mass we would get home the girls running to the phone and in my bedroom, the 45 on my record player was "we're in this love together" at the time I never realized how songs haunted the ones that I heard, I played because I wanted Letras de cancionesdrawing on my wall from time to time coolin' making creatures come alive with no schoolin' When I'm on the microphone the method that I make is much patience the method that I make is much patience I wait for the beat and then I make sense in comin' in hot forgot, you definently got no clue in comin' in hot you got, you definently got so rude boy actin coy but you got nuts like almond joy I tell ya, this is a tribute No one looks as foolish as the excitable ones but then again there's no one who has as much fun "X" amount of action, "X" amount of game for years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh oooh Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes he would never bet on a longshot and he'd never bet on a break and he's condescending and talks gossip galore but the dude was definently such a bore, hear me now I messed up but I got back tryin, dont bother lyin bout constant disappointment but the fun is in the hunt so quit actin on a front, yeah you're unmotivated, you're sorta faded but the real man is not the one hiding behind the gunshot, boom! Time travelin through my memories there's a younger Doug gazin' at the galaxy space trippin' vato of the stars searchin' for UFO's from Neptune and Mars ode to an alien, I know you're out there cosmic lonely heart, tell me if you care I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground When I'm on the microphone the method that I make is much patience the method that I make is much patience I wait for the beat and then I make sense in comin' in hot forgot, you definently got no clue in comin' in hot you got, you definently got so rude boy actin coy but you got nuts like almond joy I tell ya, this is a tribute I'm vexing many mofos but i'm wishing you the best I keep bout half my lyrics and I throw out the rest cause fly on by, you can if you want to the method that makes sense is patience From Letras Mania