Ova

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"Ova"

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U wanna show me how to get mah shine on

Tell it to mah ass ’cause mah face is gone

 

If ur game was so tight

U would get braces to fix dat overbite

 

Struttin like u proud, pants saggin down to tha floor

Oh baby ya ur hardcore

Rollin mah eyes watch me ignore

 

Cause u nuttin special in dis race

Spittin lines u juss takin up space

Continue to run, cause all u do is chase

 

Wantin what u can no longa get

Tryin so hard- building up a sweat

 

Finally ya knees did give out

N thought ya learned to do without.

 

 

Puff puff pass

Drownin in tha grass

U reappear, callin me- tryin to harass

 

Here we go again

U surprised I am withdrawn

 

Wha? yah fahgot things aint change between us

Walkin backwards u come back causin a fuss

 

Brin a new game? still same tired move

Thinkin dis time I will approve

 

Didnt appreciate what u had til I took it away

N now I am suppose to turn mah cheek n juss stay

 

Still talkin ya shit yup yup yup

Uh huh huh huh k shut up

 

I juss gunna pass u by

No longa care if u think im fly

 

Ur boys tryin to hit dis

Yah face turn red u gettin pissed

U deny- too proud to tell

But damn I know u too well

 

no stress wouldnt deal with those whom u associate

aint something I would negotiate

 

dis u should know

But didn’t then and don’t get it now- so juss go

 

Get ova it

We r done wit…—

By: Sun © 2005

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random : work in progress

 

 

You the one that came to holla Found out that I juss wont botha Tryin to drop it likes it hot When yah pants covered in polka dot lil boy someones been lyin to yah Cuz I aint b yah ma Mista finds out I aint a black sista So now Ya wanna dismiss me cuz of my race You juss mad cuz I spit in ya face Cant dimiss this miss Cuz to me u never did exist Makin excuses for yah sad game You brotha’s all tha same Cant even tie ya shoe Get some velcro n get outta my view I can formulate a coherent sentence All u have is two cents Floatin round in yah empty skull Cant keep up with me- u r dull Speakin in patwa thinkin I don’t underst

and This was all planned Shoulda went to school ropped out thinkin u cool u juss standin on a stool Ill knock ya ass to the floor Cuz u anything but hardcore

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Ya your smile b lookin like a disco ball

on all fours you crawl

not even cute enough to be a dog