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63 Cents
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This song is about all the times I've had weed or money for weed but never had the money for a blunt. The blunts I smoke cost "63 Cents"
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Who I be? I be, I-B-E!
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Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
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Peak #1,428
Peak in subgenre #226
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Written by Ibe Wazir
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May 07, 2004
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MP3 2.5 MB 128 kbps 2:41
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Verse 1: I wake up and roll over to check the clock Can't believe that b*** read 8 o'clock on the dot Damn, my ass never makes it up at 8 So what better time than this for a wake-n-bake I get up and crawl out the right side of the bed Gettin hyped like I'm 'bout to take a blunt to the head I took my morning piss, and a morning boo boo Got dressed and slipped on none other than Fubu Everything's coo, grabbed my socks and shoes Tryna figure out which f*** in blocks to cruise Got the keys off the dresser, I'm ready to leave But I feel like I'm forgettin somethin', here's my weed I got up way too early to think, my brain's rinsed Oh I remembered what I needed, 63 Cents (Could've swore I seen that sh** layin around around here somewhere, f*** ) Verse 2: OK, now I'm checkin around the house for change Cause my ass don't even have one dollar to my name A good morning done changed to being some what strange So to calm my nerves I popped in a videogame Killin' time cause f*** , there ain't sh** else to do 6 hours done passed and now it's half passed 2 My phone rings, "This is your Aunt Jit Jit Ibie I didn't want much, but if you need some money come see me" Aight then, she pulls 20 bucks out her purse And you wonder what I'm gonna spend that sh** on first I got the phone and called Zach for one of them fat ass sacks Once again I blow 20 dollars just like that I'm a stupid motha f*** a, (oops) no offense But I can't have no f*** in fun without 63 cents (Man I need to get up out this crib dogg for real, I'm bored as f*** ) Verse 3: Aight, now I'm lookin' for somebody to smoke wit A down ass n*** that ain't hard to cope wit The first place I checked was up and down Odell's strip But this town's dead so hell nah, I ain't see sh** Been cruisin' for hours, burnin' my gas Waitin' for that great day I can burn my stash But I'm pissed the f*** off, so please don't tempt me Headed back home because I'm rollin' on empty I finally got home and called Nova's phone "I got some sh** I need to take care of, but not alone So, swoop me up, oh and one more thing Look around and see if you can find any loose change" I've been up since 8 a.m., it don't make since My everyday struggle for 63 cents (Wzup man you find change? "Yeah man I got it ha ha...you got a lighter?" FUCK!!!)
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