Текст песни
21st
century
pay
phone
user
It's
kinda
nice,
nice
when
I'm
tryna'
lose
ya
But
when
I'm
tryna'
chill
all
these
pay
phones
been
abused
up
That
one
don't
work,
that
one
pissed
on,
that
one
shitted
on
That
one
has
some
extra
vodka
that
I'm
sippin'
on
Quarter
hoarder
quarters
gripped
in
my
palm
Just
so
when
I'm
ready
I
can
slip
it
upon
the
coin
slot
New
york
native
ain't
rocking
no
loin
cloth
[?]
Fingers
frozen
cold
oh
No
forgot
I
was
holding
the
phone
Now
I
gotta
think
up
numbers
come
on
throw
me
a
bone
I
wonder
how
their
'94
lenox
has
been
Hello,
hello?
Yo
HAK
what's
good
on
the
block
What
it
is?
Whys
this
number
blocked
who
is
this?
It's
just
Wik
on
96th
what's
the
ish?
Wish
I
had
a
chick
on
my
dick
to
be
specific
A
thick
spic
lick
quick
My
mental
ways
are
sick
Absorb
into
a
porno
flick
Give
me
satisfaction
Since
I
get
no
action
I
guess
I'm
just
another
kid
caught
up
in
the
faction
of
whacking
It's
true
I
do
more
jacking
than
macking
And
I
do
more
eyeing
than
trying
but...
Wik
you
small
but
you
'93
I'm
'94
Let's
explore
your
cerebral
cortex
wall
Aw
flatter
me
you
had
to
be
Got
the
black
a
half
for
you
puerto
rican
half
for
me
naturally
Even
when
you
mad
at
me
end
up
giving
daps
to
me
This
fucking
herb
bagging
bitches
casually
Thought
at
17
that
should
be
me
What
I'm
supposed
to
have
a
social
status
on
a
social
ladder
Keep
climbing
I'm
a
keep
rhyming
Wait,
micks
rising
She's
dick
riding
Pigs
snipe
Mix
sirens
hit
hydrants
Let
it
off
Shits
flying
hit
the
fan
That
really
happen?
Nah,
but
you
get
me
fam?
Over
reactive
matter
of
fact
Over
attracted
to
every
ho
that
pass
with
an
overgrown
assets
And
an
[?]
accent
Never
slow
If
only
I
could
remember
this
bitch
when
I'm
grown
And
if
I
could
remember
this
bitch
as
I
get
older
Spit
cold
as
if
I
had
a
chip
on
my
shoulder
I
got
a
tangled
heart
and
twisted
leg
Bally
bully
3rd
finger
slinger
I'd
walk
every
step
back
till
dawn
Rock
my
palms
and
say
what
up
to
my
mom
So
we
can
kick
some
thoughts,
We
can
get
along
Bang
our
feet,
Sing
a
sticky
summer
song
Why'd
I
have
to
deck
him
thought
he
was
my
best
friend
Now
you
lost
[?]
is
looney
No
rest
for
the
wicked,
My
mind
tryna
do
me
Life
is
like
a
movie
really
screw
me
Figuring
out
how
you
be
while
I
do
me
Lenox
so
you
getting
kinda
looney
out
of
line
Throw
another
quarter
yo
we
slippin
on
the
time
Got
you,
got
you
I'm
about
to
drop
two
Quarters
in
the
slot
do
it
For
my
man
HAKaluge
HAK
is
rude
Chillin'
with
my
mans
Wiki
One
Eyebrow
Chillin'
with
HAK
with
the
bomb
ass
style
See
we
both
keep
it
raw
Keep
it
hard
When
we
speak
Where
should
we
meet?
96th
street
last
car
on
the
3
Peace
Peace
peace
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