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cruel design Cancer, famine, greed – the wicked kill the blind I'm unique, I'm chic – I'm just some plain white bread Seems by this time I let the pipe
the brightness of the sun By then I will have won You will be overrun You ask how much time do you have left now none Hide and seek baby just like that Hide
Paying me in Pesos Whipping up tunafish Mami easy on the mayo Soon to be stupid rich Money bags By the weight loads On the East Coast shit They call me
and sophistication. Enjoy the shabby chic delights of the latin quarter, watch the sunset from the hilltop of Montmartre, and take a moonlit stroll along the banks
Sweet Baby, (Yeah) Sweet Darling, (Yeah) I Love You, (Yeah) Forever , (Yeah) And I love her like no other Met her in the 80’s introduced by my
chic'N and spinach calzones Garlic butter sauce and provolone (Top it) Proactively in my zone That's the most North of Stock tones. (Stockton) On Eight
Uh Yea Wings on my back and I'm nasty Coz I got wings on my back and I'm nasty You can tell that I'm a G By just looking at me Keep you up, yea I'm
getting older By the pool there lies a goddess draped in oil and strings today She looks about the shape and size of those I used to play But I'm weary
a makeover stylish and chic. He laid out his colours, a palette unique. His reds were anemic and I told him so. He took great offence and he packed up to go.
2 cccessorize Try on a smile So distress won't cramp my style Shabby chic has it's own flare It's none the worse for wear Pretty things tossed in
you been missing I got lyrics you should listen Rewritten with precision Thirty-five years ago I wrote those rhymes Hip-hop's still plagued By violent
out to each one (Ooooh, ooooh) Ohh, a ton of the greatest were raised by one it's true And like me, it might happen to you How will I ever be a star
rappin' First chick try to front, first chic,k I'm smackin' On some Redman shit, bitch I ain't laughin' Its time for some, time for some, time for some
in my Impala, new Gucci and that Prada, gotcha koochie by the collar (Well I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo' He fucked the shit
In Hollywood they have a different language that they speak It's spoken by those folks who went to school for just one week It's found inside
eyes but mine are greener (I'm Hot) I keep it simple like add and subtract One color, everything I rock is black Like that black chic black whips
start running I'm carried by the ferros New home out in melrose She showing out again She the queen baby hello [Chorus] He tryna flaws for
and around And if you want to chase that ghost Baby, that's alright by me Where you sold your soul Girl, I told you so Yeah, just don't come runnin' to me
When I first met this chic She gave this freedom to my tounge In the mirror I saw confidence and truth which has since been undone At first she
I'm buying popcorn at the Alamo when a topless girl goes walking by I didn't know about the noontime show and I never stopped to wonder why
to death I been harassed by the cops Now every time they stop when I'm standing on the block I'm reaching for my glock Paranoia on the spot I mean I'm
golf You know what I mean by the moves I be teaching Always in the air or by the pools and the trees sis These hoes could never take my rudeness for
will never be a point where I'd have made enough Now she got apologies we makin up But I'm married to the game we ain't breaking up Disruptor by nature
put away my pride What I wouldn't give To have you By my side Girl it's something bout Your vibe Oh yea Girl it makes me wanna I just wanna Chill
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