Lyrics:
shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell and touch the silk in your lapel
And as the teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You
look outside and I'm already upset yo
It look about a hundred-and-two
It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nuttin' to do
Uhh, I'm intrrupted by
Lady luck I want you
Bumping by my side
Like a silk shod connector
On a midnight ride
Sensation Boulevard
(I got to go)
Sensation Bouleva
the summer, silk in the winter
This is such an art, where do I begin uh..
Used to sing tenor, in the church choir
Really I was flexin', but the girls they
ready to make him mad.
I'm glad I had to wait awhile,
A little bit too juvenile.
I needed to refine my style, a silk suit
And a crocodile smile.
her his dear
She's dressed in silks and satins now
She cuts a gallant show
Finest of the ladies
Down Canadee-I-O
Come, all you fair and tender girls
look outside and I'm already upset yo
It look about a hundred-and-two
It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nuttin' to do
Uhh, I'm intrrupted by
Well I've got a long black six passenger limousine
A palace in Dallas a club in New Orleans
Diamonds on my fingers silk imported clothes
And I
Charlotte but we bypassed Rockhill, we never was a minute late.
We were ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown rolling out of Georgia state.
Had some motor
salvation
From the salivating demarcation
Of Columbian incarnation
Of the patron saint of palliation
Her milk framed and rose satin
Untamed by the silk
And it came to pass that St victor was
Taken from this place to another place
Where he was lain upon pillows of
Silk and made to rest
Himself among
booty popping
Wifing on her perfume
Shorty got no curfew
Pay the tab
Call the cab
Got me pressed against the wall
Hands on her silk dress
Skin so soft
Once upon a time, a weaver lived in a village.
He was a great artist and
used to weave beautiful designs,
on the silk woven clothes.
He was a very
Once upon a time, a weaver lived in a village.
He was a great artist and
used to weave beautiful designs,
on the silk woven clothes.
He was a very
will we go
Feelin the atoms
In the air
While movin' fast, but really slow
I get that feelin in my bones
'Ever with you right there as my own
Your silk
Balling on my Louis silk shirt, match my Louis rag
[Hook]
clright (clright!), okay (Okay!)
I don't dance (Uh-uh!), no way
I just take my Louis rag out
home
Ivory tusk inlaid with precious stone
Raw silk and spices by the barrel load
A soft skin drum with mallets
Of human bone
A world wide
[foul mouthed girl yelling at Bill on the phone]
[Bushwick Bill]
You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear
Gotta start with the right
Old lovers held by a chain
Its links to the past
Hardly bearing the strain
Of the weakness to break it and
Start out again they're held by a chain
Twice in Sacramento, then Detroit
I could feel the grip on the tile
I could see the silk in the aisles
So expensive, out of style
A dozen, a dozen
the skin our hearts are shaped the same
Some may dress in satin or in silk
Some naked as the day when they were born
The masterful & mighty, the humble
of fruitless trees
Beneath a gibbous light we lose our way tossed about by wild waves
We are following the course of the wayward stars
Asking all the questions
Well here I go
Spinning silk across the skyline
Follow the flow of every corner, every street
Places to go
But I'm generous with my time
and go throw it
Hustle up triple come home and go stow it
Y'all wouldn't know it
Fam who you raised by
Bet I'm still rich when the fame die
Silk fabric out
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