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Back in Baltimore That was the real days Every week, all the heat went by in a haze When the bell rings, we’re hoppin' on the train Lookin’ at all the feins and that's a **** shame But they’re not on the brain Back in B-more. Cuz back in Baltimore, that **** was hard core, Even through all the gore, we still cherish it... We want some more. We want some more. Now, I'm sittin’ on my stoop, Waitin' on some dude, To come buy me a ring Or pass me some of that tree. And the humidity, nah it doesn’t bother me, Me and the girls, we’re still hittin' up the Gallery Inner harbor, Lexington Market, and all the jocks They just want the junk, they’re all clowns, they’re all punks But we got just what they want. Now it's calm, we're on our way home This day was the bomb, we're dialin' all our phones Let's gossip 'bout our day And hope these days don’t ever fade away. Cuz, back in Baltimore, that **** was hard core, Even thru all the gore, we still cherish it... We want some more. We want some more.
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Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 5:25 PM UTC
Back in Baltimore
Back in Baltimore That was the real days Every week, all the heat went by in a haze When the bell rings, we’re hoppin' on the train Lookin’ at all the feins and that's a **** shame But they’re not on the brain Back in B-more. Cuz back in Baltimore, that **** was hard core, Even through all the gore, we still cherish it... We want some more. We want some more. Now, I'm sittin’ on my stoop, Waitin' on some dude, To come buy me a ring Or pass me some of that tree. And the humidity, nah it doesn’t bother me, Me and the girls, we’re still hittin' up the Gallery Inner harbor, Lexington Market, and all the jocks They just want the junk, they’re all clowns, they’re all punks But we got just what they want. Now it's calm, we're on our way home This day was the bomb, we're dialin' all our phones Let's gossip 'bout our day And hope these days don’t ever fade away. Cuz, back in Baltimore, that **** was hard core, Even thru all the gore, we still cherish it... We want some more. We want some more.
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Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 5:25 PM UTC
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