Lyrics:
hey, Star Trak, Star Trak
Now, let's smoke and ride
Oh, girl your taste is sweet like mornin' dew
I would go crazy, girl, if I couldn't have none
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
of oxygen
Leave the opposition stuck
Without a pot to piss in
Hockin', spitting up blood
Shark by sharp precision
Dart incision, darkness imparts your vision
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys, for stars to get by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're
eat from the river, the panther heart taught to talk by smart chicks
Sip pure venom and skipped away grinnin'
I put that on mom, she ain't raise a Vic
lost in action (don't pass me by)
I want to get your love all ready (come love with me)
For the sweet sensation, instant radiation
You let me hold you
lost in action (don't pass me by)
I want to get your love all ready (come love with me)
For the sweet sensation, instant radiation
You let me hold you
over
come on baby do a slow float
you're a good lookin'
and aint that sweet eyed blindness good to me
down by the grapevine
drink my daddy's wine
you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin' like
drummer beater
Brown sugar is sweeter beats by Peter
Like I said before, thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk
La la la la la
Short skirt
Tight lips
Like a publicists
Keep me like a secret
Everybody wants to see this
Corvette, you said
let's get out of here
Short and sweet
Slither in the streets, of Manhattan
In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx
Streets of Staten Island
Wherever you see 'em they slither
Whoever,
right
What's all this talk that nas got bought?
I'd rather outline my body in white chalk
Ain't nobody been where I been, they at a stand still
This
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.
you're here in old New York
You'll get by alrighty if you let 'em hear you talk
All the city slickers love that southern drawl
So give 'em that "Honey
Hey, hey, hey
I got a condo in Manhattan
Baby girl, what's hatnin'?
You and your ass invited
So gon' and get to clappin'
Go pop it for a player,
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.
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
Jesus christ
I think the pastor’s right
Sorry mama we ain't acting right
We just living fast after the cash life passes by
Another one of those manhattan
right by the gun
And I don't like to talk man you people get me nervous
Since I was fourteen you know I found my purpose
And when they draw the curtains
I want to mother you, smother you
With a love you've never known
I want to talk to you,
Say sweet things to you
Let you know that I'm yours alone
to drive-by's they be callin
And you ain't know while you be kickin' that old shit
(Talk to me) we makin' hits
Platinum and gold shit (we don't stop)
I stay
to drive-by's they be callin
And you ain't know while you be kickin' that old shit
(Talk to me) we makin' hits
Platinum and gold shit (we don't stop)
I stay
some money to the poor, because I always get more
Take off my black mink and order a drink
My pockets resemble Manhattan bank
So on my big ropes is
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