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Party people in the place to be |
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From the same man who brought you Da Bichez |
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Da Bichez, Da Bichez, Da Bichez |
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We were misunderstood last time we brought you |
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Ba Bichez, Da Bichez, Da Bichez |
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Now we gonna clear it up and let you make up your own mind like this |
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Now a queen's a queen and a whore is a whore |
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She felt if she made me wait I'd have more respect for her |
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Adore her eventually spendin' up my digits |
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She felt that love would make me buy her mad material shit |
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She likes to trick 'em, 'cause ain't nothin' like a sleepin' victim |
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East New York style stick 'em ha ha ha, stick 'em |
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Top rated game but if it's game I played it |
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Underestimated, swore the king was checkmated |
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She claims she loves my mind, 'cause I'm so intelligent |
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But fuck my mental, she was scheming on my mint |
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Evil intention, to deplenish the fund |
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She tried to juice me with the pussy 'cept for, the mask and gun |
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I was a fool to fall in lust with this evil genius, she had me by the nuts |
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She ain't got shit but man she loves it plush |
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Whippin' I whip, and suckin' up I canibus |
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Back in the days, I woulda scraped her for this caper |
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But I realize, it wasn't me it was the paper |
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Let me kick it, about the digits, that I've collected |
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Long distance, and disconnected, it's gettin' hectic |
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Before my record, they didn't show it |
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But now they throw it, hopin' that they'll get drunk off Moet or Cristal |
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But that's not my particular style and taste |
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My name ain't Puff and I ain't got loot to waste |
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I ain't got time to waste, bad bitches is all up in my face |
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Crazy ignorant, sweatin' links minks and shit |
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Cosmetic but deep down, derelict |
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Fake players, never get out the projects |
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It's pathetic the way she bends for dividends |
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I tried to jewel her but she tried to get a drink at the end |
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Of our conversation, I did not have the patience |
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Slid off to the next Asian |
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She said, "What you do?" I said, "What?" |
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She said, "You know your occupation?" |
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So I broke the fuck out in nineteen-ninety-six that's what it's all about |
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But I won't go that route |
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Back in the days Biz said it was The Vapors |
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But today, I realize that it's the papers |
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'Cause ain't no fiends comin' in between me and my dreams |
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See what I mean black, I gets the paper |
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'Cause ain't no fiends comin' in between me and my dreams |
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See what I mean black, I gets the paper |
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'Cause ain't no fiends comin' in between me and my dreams |
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See what I mean black, I gets the paper |
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Now a whore's a whore, find a queen and she'll be my Earth |
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Respect love and protect her, for all that it's worth |
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I admit I have flaws, I flips it first, but deep down |
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I wishes to give 'em the universe |
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A lot of the ones that I thought was right wasn't |
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I build with Afu, he said, "Don't sweat it 'cause |
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They come a dime a dozen" |
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Like my ex-stunt, wanted a diamond |
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Bitches love power, while queens, love refinement |
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Low stress environment, old age and retirement |
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Never have to wonder where my money went |
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Where my honey went, is her back gettin' twisted |
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By the next fella, always take heed to what I tell her |
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When I'm wrong, she lets me know I need correction |
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When I'm right she's my reflection still we, use protection |
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Through thick and thin, thin and thick |
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She's my diamond in the rough not a whore or a trick |
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Great expectations, of me and she buildin' nation |
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Everything we do and skyscrapin' |
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Back in the days, the devil used to rape her |
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Nowadays, he got her chasin' the paper |
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'Cause ain't no fiends comin' in between me and my dreams |
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See what I mean black, I gets the paper |
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'Cause ain't no fiends comin' in between me and my dreams |
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See what I mean black, I gets the paper |
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'Cause ain't no fiends comin' in between me and my dreams |
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See what I mean black, I gets the paper |
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'Cause ain't no fiends comin' in between me and my dreams |
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See what I mean black, I gets the paper |
