Lyrics:
the bracelets, that's what's up
Electric diamonds, baby, that's what's up
[Fredro Starr]
Aiyo I pull up in some big shit, poppin B.I.G. shit
No stearin wheel,
you know what it is
I'll be the man for ya
I'll be right I'll be right
I'll be your lover
I'll be right by your side
When you need me girl
Ohhh yeah
There will be no more anguish
And no more fear
And no more bloodshed on the red frontier
And we shall live again
Well, the wind took my train up
dominating' there for hours
all day to be more specific east to west
from Atlantic to Pacific fools would come round
to get down and try to take our crown
but
a fucking New Yorker
Who knows that sittin' in traffic with these bastards is torture
I'll be in a jalopy with a mami gettin' head rest
And howl
Atlantic star
I'm feeling three dimensional like I'm an avatar
Damn I'm feigning for them cookies that are in your jar
You want a ride baby get up on my
Atlantic star
I'm feeling three dimensional like I'm an avatar
Damn I'm feigning for them cookies that are in your jar
You want a ride baby get up on my
to Mars in a stretched out car
We only play hits by the greatest
Smooth R&B for the ages
If you wanna ride in the back of the Caddy
Take a number
one above you
and I love you girl cause you's my baby
[Chorus]
I know that you be digging me my style puts you through ecstacy
and this is how it has
everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
Atlantic City by the cold grey sea
I hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think it's for me,
But it's
fingers endlessly
McCarthy's on his witch hunt, saying things so absurd
Then we find out there was a spy, Julius Rosenberg
The North Atlantic goes ahead
planned to scam
My thoughts ran freely
There is no need to be paranoid
Ain't nothing popping
I ain't worried about your man baby
Girl 'cause I'm just
and you'll never get beat
By the junk food tattooed white dude true blued
Honky with an attitude coming unglued
Fate's right hand...I don't understand
Dude At Atlantic
Then What I Do WIth It, Flip It Kinda Like That Do That He Mad At
The Talkin Stops When A Rocket Is Sendin You Out The Planet
You'll Be
Dude At Atlantic
Then What I Do WIth It, Flip It Kinda Like That Do That He Mad At
The Talkin Stops When A Rocket Is Sendin You Out The Planet
You'll Be
This is a cold call epidemic
Its coming closer to an end
Flying over the Atlantic
As hurricanes ascend
I'm in an air craft crash landed
Never to be
January 28th 1986
I remember the newscast interrupting the TV I was watching
At home from school my best friend was there
If I recall correctly
stories unfold
Here is my home now
Looking out at the sea
Always wanted to be there
On Atlantic shore
How can we listen to your heart
When we cannot hear
Basically I'm one-two-three, yeah, basically I'm done
We were flexin' on them haters, in the morning, there ain't none
I got silver spoon
love is blind
Every time a smile breaks out from a grumpy face
I remember there is hope and it all amazes me
It must be something that makes me feel
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountain to the south bell by the shore
She's mighty tall
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountain to the south bell by the shore
She's mighty tall
cash is
Fuck where my mask is, run in yo spot where the stash is
Oh right there up under that mattress
Leave yo ass under that mattress
Oh no, but I'm
couldn't life be this simple
Shawty what you talking stop listening to friends
They mad they ain't you they can't even keep a man
So tell me baby girl why
.jpg/310px-Ringo_Starr_and_all_his_band_(8470843180).jpg "Ringo Starr & His All Starr Band")
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