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When i get out
by TQ. Buy album CD: They Never Saw Me Comin'
Ericka: Wassup boo? How you doin'?
TQ: How I'm doin'? Ya know how I'm doin'.
I'm doin' fucked up in her.
Ready to get up outta this motha-fucka.
Ericka: Nigga, you ain't got to say it with no attitude.
TQ: I'm just sayin', man, it's bad up in here.
How you doin'? What's poppin with it?
Ericka: I'm alright, everything alright, I guess.
TQ: You handlin' shit? Like you supposed to be handlin' it?
Ericka: Now you know.
TQ: Better not be no niggas around my house.
Ericka: Nigga, you got me all fucked up.
How you gon' say some shit like that?
TQ: I'm just sayin', man.Shit, just keepin' it real
TQ: Been in here about a year
Never thought the game would take me under
About to get my first tear, when I'm sittin in
my cell I wonder
What are you doing outside
Are you giving all my ass up
Ericka: Wait a minute nigga you better back up
I told you a long time ago
I'd always have your back
I'm still coming off with half of them checks,
so why are you trippin?
Ain't got to worry 'bout nobody getting up in your stuff
Soon as the jury said guilty I closed it up
Bought you a new Bible with a blunt in it already rolled up
Between Numbers and Dueteronomy is where you'll fine me
TQ: Don't mind me, I'm feenin' baby
I want some ass real bad
Locked up wit' all these hard legs, scrappin' daily
I miss my baby, I'm going crazy, I gotta get out
of this place
TQ: How can you love me?
Ericka: Somebody gotta do it
TQ: It's gott be hard
Ericka: Ain't really nothing to it
TQ: But you make me happy
Ericka: You know you really shouldn't have no
doubt - can't wait till you get out
TQ: I guess I didnt' believe it
Ericka: You spend all your time
TQ: Fucked up getting weeded
Ericka: But you make me happy
TQ: So I'm sittin here countin' the days down
- Can't wait till I get out......
Things can get back to the way they used to be
You and me in a chromed out E - bumpin'
Pedal to the floor, dippin' kinda high and
I really wanna hit it, your shit is finger lickin'
Ericka: Wait a minute I really miss you, so
don't get me started
Sweating bumpin' and grinding right through
these bars and
Got a little something to help you make it -
just picture me naked
Can't feel your body and I hate it..
I'm going crazy
Ericka: Gotta get my mind off this, 'bout to
go up to the mall and buy an outfit
TQ: If you spend all my loot and I'm gonna be pissed -
that's no bullshit
Ericka: Now who in the hell do you think you're talking to
You know I'm the only one in the world who will put up with you
TQ: Got 72 more days in here, it seems like 20 years
Can't smoke, can't drink no beer, can't get no ass in here
So when I finally get home It's gonna be on, cause I'm gonna be
lickin' and kissing and sticking all week long
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