Lyrics:
There's nothing rich folks love more
Than going downtown and slummin' it with the poor
They pull up in their carriages and gawk at the students in
directed by John Singleton
We been the best since the best was a fuckin' concept
Will Smith was Aladdin and the last man alive
So fuck it, nigga, the last
Alright, so I don’t really know where to begin
But the songs already rolling so I’ll jump right in
This is a story about boy meets girl
But there’s
own way
Although
Having a brother should be cool
But this story is not about me, it seems
Maybe I'll save you when i get rich
But while I'm poor
the average girl
Now I'ma send your mind through a twirl
Now usually I'm narrow-minded, never blinded
By any man, but somehow I got binded
I mean caught up,
with too little pay
I loved a girl in Saginaw, Michigan
The daughter of a wealthy, wealthy man
But he called me that son of a Saginaw fisherman
Girl, sometimes it seems to me
That I don't say the things I should, to you, I act like I'm no good
You wait for me patiently
This house is not
a grin on my grill
Rollin up my tinted windows, raise my antenna
Cause I'm not only fly, but I'm a big bred winner
Girls in bikinis in my back seat
As I'm
Intro:
Let's work for the family
Let's keep the family strong
By keepin the tie of love strong in the family
All those of you who are rich, use your
Rolly a get a worst in. Maybe minus way far central poor forty duck a pin.
Milk maid dud bean. Master a load a head. Pill pop a dope a well run general
Aheh you don't wanna be
Involved in this one, huh?
This here, this is
This is gonna be a blues number but, first
I wanna do a little bit
guaranteed that he wouldn't
The 80's were the triumph
Of upperclass America
Ascendancy of the rich
The poor he would bury ya
The gap between the rich
here, out of my mind
Yeah
I've been high, I've been low
Rich and poor
In luck and out of touch
I was held and embraced by your loving arms
Took me
alright with you by my side
Yes I need your loving my baby
Can't let no one come in between
Girl it's you that I want
I feel your magic baby
Got me so
through
It don't matter rich or poor
We gon cook like me in the Stu
I'll say it til my face blue
You'll always be who I choose
Even if I knew it'd end
of the damage is done
No reason to tell her “Get outta here”
She's in a party of one
And one is such an unhappy number
(repeat chorus)
Don't worry, poor little
(verse two Run DMC)
A young girl seemed to be gaining weight
Her parents all thought it was the food she ate
Their attitudes were all
home with too little pay
I loved a girl in Saginaw, Michigan
She was the daughter of a wealthy, wealthy man
But he called me, "That son of a Saginaw
with too little pay
I loved a girl in Saginaw Michigan
The daughter of a wealthy, wealthy man
But he called me that son of a Saginaw fisherman
with too little pay.
I loved a girl in Saginaw, Michigan
The daughter of a wealthy, wealthy man
But he called me that son of a Saginaw fisherman
with too little pay
I loved a girl in Saginaw Michigan
The daughter of a wealthy, wealthy man
But he called me that son of a Saginaw fisherman
When I was a little country boy I had a dream
Our family wasn't poor but rich instead
I took to the road instead of staying home to help
And that
The old folks don't talk much
They talk so slowly when they do
They are rich they are poor
Their illusions are gone
They share one heart for two
the tower of song
Now you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor
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