Lyrics:
pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk
I told that bitch "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve
but I ain't ever been in the jungle
Try to take my sack
the crown my nigga
We ain’t in high school, no pounds bitch nigga
Now they see my bands up
They all tryna to fuck
When I was outta luck
They used to cop my
was a Walking Blow-Job
And then there was this skinny girl
Oh well
Some of the guys in the band got together
With the girls from the college
They were
and get it
I had to go run up my bands
It's been a minute since I went and did it
But soon as I'm in it back at again
Hop in the whip and that shit started
strip dancer that you met in a club
(chorus)
they turned dollars into dimes and dimes to dubs
mesmorized by your brothas when I enter the club
and though
Paula came from Washington with long golden hair
Twenty eight dollars in a fake silk purse and a leather skirt to wear
Shane came from Dublin town
In a neat little town they call Belfast apprenticed to trade I was bound
And many an hour of sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town
Till
myself goin' down
50 bands, with a whole 100 rounds
Judgement Day, we gone burn up the town
Sick of recording
Am I tired of gettin' money? That's never
to Houston town
There are people there who care
A little 'bout me
And won't put the poor boy down
Georgia born, they bought me a silk suit
And put luggage in
in my ear getting me hard as city concrete
Now I’m impatient the doctor persuasive
She got me saying
I’m fine to drive
My lady by my side
Stickin close
the west
Heard they gotta couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet
Well uh, I oughta make it by sundown
I figure that's enough time to get tha
in the blue light
Well, you know I gotta get out
But I'm stuck so tight
Weighed by the chains that keep me...
Hangin' around this town on the corner
I
in the blue light
Well, you know I gotta get out
But I'm stuck so tight
Weighed by the chains that keep me...
Hangin' around this town on the corner
I
stopped in Charlotte to bypass Rockhill
We never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' out of Georgia state
We had
the Russians
Octagon tub in the silk drawers, the dutches
Model that clayborne
Posing in black sayin' the day gone
Swimmin trunks gold, with the suede on it
flota, flota
If I like, I cop it
Not a soul can stop it
Sneakers fit so perfectly
Half a band, I drop it
Check me out in lows
Time tick tocks & goes
Send
Grandmaster Flash, Spoonie G and the Treach' Three
Fearless 4, spirit of hip-hop was etched in me
See, I was down, brah, but let me get down to
V-Town I was
green silk
Child #63
recorded by Peggy Seeger & Ewan MacColl on Blood & Roses I
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a flex, I admit this dick can get Road Boot it up, pipe it down, Macaroni with sound
Returning just how I found, excited Johnny in town
I hit it straight
love's gonna be in town
And your sunburn's gonna start to fade away
When your girl's coming up to your local fest
And the band downtown's got a famous
what the hell you doin' in my house?
Get your ass off the floor, put your teeth in your mouth
Now everybody better be gone by the count of one
Look,
Lovely lady girl you drive me crazy
[Kool Keith]
I know this girl with her own crib in isolation
She's from Puerto Rico half black
Riding round town in a new whip
Gotta make sure that they see my shit
Spent a couple bands on a new chick
Designer on her ass cuz she so thick
Vvs
A pair of stockings, a pair of shoes
A record by The Moody Blues
A bottle of Chanel No. 5
A poster of a band called Dead or Alive
A silk negligee
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