I can't get you off my mind
No matter what I do
I'm wishing you were here, with me
It makes no difference
I only think of you
And I living out my fantasy
Chorus:
Late at night, a rendezvous
Being such a love sick fool
It might be pouring rain
But still the same, nothings changed
All and all I feel no shame
I'm just your fool the same
(I'm just your fool)
(I keep thinking about you baby)
So tell me what you're gonna do
(I keep thinking about you)
All I wanna do is
(Like a river of wine, intoxicate my mind
I'm thinking about you)
That's what I wanna do
(Pick me up, let's go down
I'm thinking about it too)
(I'm thinking about you)
Ya got me thinking about you
(I'm thinking about it too)
Maybe weeping is a game
That's hard for me to face
(But you need me)
Just like I need you
There's no reason
Just my heart that makes me feel this way
And I hope you feel the same way too
Chorus
(Spoken)
It might be pouring rain
But like a fool, insane
I run to you
I'm just a love sick fool
I've got this thing for you (I'm just a love-sick fool)
Chorus[Female Singing] You don't know
[Freeway - talking] Whoo..on the grind, uh, so gangsta, don't ya agree? uh
[Female Singing] You don't know
[Freeway - talking] This just in case y'all dunno how it go down in the hood
Freeweezy here to break it down to ya
[Verse 1 - Freeway]
Tryna to survive in the hood everyday
Takes, everything you work with
Everything you got quick
From the cops wyle off the product
Show em what helped alot but I can't get it
I hugged the block, light an L
Let my man hit it and ran with it
Sell it nixed to the pops
Hate to tell ya if he don't get it from me
Then he gon get it somewhere else
Sometimes I would if I was somewhere else
Me and my man on the corner with two crates
Picture us rollin, somewhere else
Pretendin to be pushin the V's
Then two fiends walked up to me
Brought me back to reality
He want three and he want five
But my packed stash (why) cuz the cops act like I'm Lil' Cease
Crush on me, keep rollin by
Tryna to put the cuffs on my black ass literally
[Chorus - Freeway + (Female Singing)]
(You don't know)
How it is in the hood so Freeway bring the hood to your front porch
My niggaz duck court pour weed in the woods
Set up shop and move rocks on the front step
(You don't know)
How it is in the ghetto the tech blow hear shots echo
We can't let go, stuck on the block
Stuck in the hood, street niggaz up to no good
[Verse 2 - Freeway]
No rules, no trees just alot in the push
My ? in the house, read my mouth
Fuck the D's got a pocket to push
Send fleas in the opposite way
Quarter to one guess I stop at the ?
Gimme a grub, count up the profit I made
Rule number one
Sell your first stack and cop you a gun
We hear gun shots, we hardly amazed
My man Willie Mays and Santana live on the run
What does it mean? not goin back
Not gettin caged, strong with a gat
Prepare for the raid
Listen Mothe