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might float me a nigga
I don't wanna talk
Don't wanna kick it with niggas
Niggas be pussy I can tell by litter
I feel like the man turned my business

Penthouse Serenade (When We're Alone)

Herb Jeffries

Say It Isn't So

1957

Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.

Did have it by di pounds
Now by acres we got ie
A baga wuk deh yah fi ghetto youth come mek a money
Weh me a talk
Cut It fine
Dash weh di seed and stem

sweet
(Baby you're sweet like a mango)
(Baby you're sweet like a mango)
(Baby you're sweet like a mango)
(Doo doo ohh doo doo ohhh)
You are de talk of de

still feel lonely
I still feel lonely
I been through so much I don't wanna talk ‘bout it
If there’s beef choppas spark ‘bout it
Think it’s sweet ‘til your

The Goose

Parliament

Up for the Down Stroke

1974

Feeling so proud, so proud, so proud
Hey, can't you tell by the way I walk
Tell by the way I talk, baby, OW!
Come on baby
Make me feel so good
Oh baby!

He said I'm so sweet
Sweet 
Sweet
He said I'm so sweet 
Sweet
Sweet
Sweet
Sweet
Sweet like sugar with my gangsta talk
Asked where I'm from I said

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


*
Words sometimes

Sweet Thang

Melba Montgomery

Legendary: Soldiers Last Letter

1992

my sweet thang is out tomocattin' around
He finds a sandbox like this to play
I want to tell all you barroom roses 
If my sweet thang does happen by

sweet-sweet craving
Whoa-oh
Let's just get loose and get really crazy
Ah ya ya ya ya
I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean
Walk for me, baby
I'll be

sweet-sweet craving 
Whoa-oh
Let's lose our minds and go fucking crazy
Ah ya ya ya ya 
I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean
Walk for me, baby
I'll be

work on a miracle
Death to thoughts of the cynical
Doubts of reachin’ the pinnacle
Manhattan keep on makin' it
Queens get the money, but
Brooklyn keep

Yellow skintight cardigan, he win with the PEDs
Melo limelight in Manhattan, he play with the VIPS

Burlap jacket, woulda go yard by the sack
Yaktrax in

I'm known by everybody by this haircut and this liquor in my cup, uh
They told me never give it up
How you 'bouta say that while you get to switchin'

Sippin' Manhattans right off Hollywood Blvd where the rats piss everybody tryna be someone in traffic rented cars and outfits anything but talent

you it's a bad time

But I can talk
I really want to talk to you
I'm being stalked
By killer robots and I'm pretty sure they're bulletproof
It's

power
Transmission hour by hour
Keep on sippin' like a bee on a flower
Honey honey, your sweets gone sour
Yeah honey honey, your sweets gone sour

power
Transmission hour by hour
Keep on sippin' like a bee on a flower
Honey honey, your sweets gone sour
Yeah honey honey, your sweets gone sour

(Baby, baby, Baby, baby)

I can tell by way you walk
You give it all away
By the sweet way that you talk, yes you do

You got long legs, a black girl sway

oh
Onobule omemele
Chief matha Negedu
Sweet Mother Oma Ogugu
Kidi Lagos Ekwo achenyo oh
Mathar Negedu
Of the Nigeria Police ele n
Olayi ku kale
Ola ki

I was getting head
In the middle of Manhattan
Niggas want my bread
Told that nigga boy what's happening
I been smoking dope
That shit coming to my

Turn up speakers, no one can it break
To my people shout out from the five boroughs
These streets talk to me by the language of walls
These people don't

All flamed up walking by and salute
B's all up chuck it up witta  suwooooo
Hittem on the line face time witta beef
I Catchem out side suicide no police

and it feels like America Looks like shit and it feels
like America Why fly when you can walk Why sing when
you can talk Why hit the wall when you've just