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Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade
All our lives we
TJ Swan didn't appeal to her
But now he trucks gold and wear fly Bally boots
Rough leather fashion and tough silk suits
Now she stop fronting
Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
And those that betray us on the block get rocked like Amadeus
Fakers get used as shootin' targets soon
the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC
Microphone controller, master of ceremonies
So remember why you hate me
I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By
The story in my genome, more than just Filipino
A history of people's belief is what I seek, so
Let me spit in this vial, extract nucleic acids
where all the players flocked
One night I was cooling outside
Saw my man Wes said, "Ah shit yeah, it's gonna be live"
I was working a double breast silk
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Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade
All our lives we
TJ Swan didn't appeal to her
But now he trucks gold and wear fly Bally boots
Rough leather fashion and tough silk suits
Now she stop fronting
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
Shawty is a five star chick
With her hair like silk
She really want a man in her life
With her nails all did
And her bag on lift
Yeah she moving like
The boy traced through the valley of silk
The gentle breeze, the slow rush of the rivers
The smiling travellers passing the ground which he hobbled
like (silk)
Can I talk my shit, baby? (speak to me)
I go by many names (oh)
Kojey Acholades
Pablo Eskojey
Houdini Kojini
Luther Vankojey
And Sir
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
Before I start to speak
Know I never woke up in silk sheets
At 2am not drunk on the streets
I was in my room learning how to make beats
Before I
shirt I wear comes from the Philippines
And the car I drive is a Chevrolet
It was put together down in Argentina
By a guy making thirty cents a day
Well,
ain't no fucking suicide to pick a side and do or die
By what you stand for, niggas supposed to be on you and I
We not no people who divide let's come
that's my investor (uh-huh)
Made another mill, let's run it back like Devin Hester (uh-huh)
Pistol in my dresser, baby, this is silk not polyester (ooh)
Hip-hop is the fix, or else, we be gone
People thought they canned it, rap is not by bandits
Digable Planets got it, goin' on
Everywhere, every every
Hip-hop is the fix, or else, we be gone
People thought they canned it, rap is not by bandits
Digable Planets got it, goin' on
Everywhere, every every
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And I'll stand out in buttons and bows
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I've homespun
But I'll love ya'
a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And I'll stand out in buttons and bows
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I've homespun
But I'll love ya'
like this record,you think it's fun?
Party people get stupid we just begun!!!
(break)
You're get,get,gettin' real stupid
As the beat hits your body get
with me, my drive-thru Like a smoothie king, on a Friday
I'm selling kale and I'm selling beans I'm goin' crazy my people got me by Any means
A real
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