Lyrics:
the world
One man could claim, let me say that
She's every poor boy's dream
(Every poor boy's dream) , uh huh
And she's every very rich man's prayer
(Every
Almost by accident, I have become rich
Through continued reward for skilled labor in the private sector
And a genuine lack of interest in expensive
slow dance
Look at the lights; they're so romantic
You make me feel like I'm still a teen again
Surrounded by evergreens on all sides
Keeping the rhythm
hearin the D ya smellin this
You smoke that what you wrote while broke, yellin rich
Didn't know you shoulda spoke while broke sayin poor
Then biggie up
Boy I'm too fucked up
Poor another bottle got that henny in my cup
In my cup
All the girls show me love
Love the way their moving got my all turnt up
Poor little rich girl
Who coouldn't know
How jealosy hurts me so
I cry.....
Tears of gold
Poor little rich girl
Sweet and kind
Misunderstood
Every
goin' perish fi sure
Come back in Jamaica, everything insecure
Rich a get rich and the poor a get poor
Come back come hear say Pan head skull bore
Come
Poor man mourn the rich riches increase
Be not grieved, riches are not forever
Envy not the oppressor chose none of his ways
Be not wise in his own
Poor man mourn the rich riches increase
Be not grieved, riches are not forever
Envy not the oppressor chose none of his ways
Be not wise in his own
Children laugh, telling jokes
'Till their eyes are red
The people feel so good
Say boy, say girl
All in my neighborhood
Say boy, say girl
We got
carry her o
She wanna go poor patty
This girl too too classic
Her body so so romantic
Baby i wanna treat you like Frist class queen
She wanna go
you're gonna fool me?
Ha ha ha ha
Little rich kid, what do you know?
You had everything, don't you think it don't show?
I've been a climbing, just
her mirror
Tell me who's the real beauty
Snow white, poor little snow white
Such a pure little girl
Now she runs for her heart
Oh, snow-white poor
to the poor kids
Being dirt poor school clothes got holes in it
This goes to the rich kids
Ain't seen pain so there ain't much pleasure in it
This goes
Ayo Stan, Dre laid the tracks, I'm laying the vocals
We need some guitar that ROCKS, know what I'm saying?
So um, let's do this
She's a rich girl
fix the poor little rich girls
You could measure it in blood
You could measure it in mud
Let us say for these twelve days
Put the measurin' away
Theses bottles for me and my team (me and my team)
(Hey girl! Hey girl!)
This table for me and my team (me and my team, my team)
Girl come get up
a friend for? Through rich and through poor
Kinda like a marriage balanced on a different floor
A friend could tell you things that he wouldn't tell
been head over heels and focused
And then broken on the floor just soulless
Know this
You don't know this
I been rich, I been poor, I been homeless
the memories regarding Nixon
Are a little scary
The girl with the strong arm threatens the Quakers
They all say she's mad you know
The girl with the strong arm
I didn't even get to give my little girl away
But I paid for the honeymoon, yeah
I paid for the honeymoon
I'm not there right now but I will be
the little girls
That say Nicki you pretty
When you come to the city
You don't act high siddity
You be up on the block, posted up in the drop
And everybody get
I been a poor boy
And now it seems
I always will be
Tho' rich in dreams
I've hatched a hundred
Little golden geese, poor boy
And every one of ‘em
over the world
Don't need to fly
Anywhere I
Swear if you're a poor man
I'd be a rich girl
Dare you to kiss me like a priceless diamond ring
I'll be your
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