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Isaac Hayes: |
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When the sun goes down and the moon comes up |
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You can see a lot of things if you look deep enough |
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It's all around |
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Guru: |
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The city skyline, in the nighttime, be the right time, to ball out (Yeah) |
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Who's the real pimp, gangster hustler, you call out |
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Is it him, is it him or is it, Dukes over there? |
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Real recognizes real, so yo, no one cares |
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The chief executive mack, in so deep you can't imagine |
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I've seen the beatdowns, the gunfights, plus the paddywagon |
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See daddy with his pants saggin, pushin whips that's too fly |
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Switchin up to a suit and tie, ladies say he's too cute to lie (Forget about it) |
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And none of my girls, wanna, talk to you |
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Plus, none of my boys, gotta, talk to you |
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Cause when you see me, they'll be somewhere in the cut |
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And you can't be me, so nip that weak talk in the butt |
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The party's crowded, and everyone, is showin love |
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Whassup, what's the deal, how's things holdin up? (Whassup young blood?) |
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The smooth dude, that moves through, with the utmost precision |
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Truly a wiseguy, seein life with my night vision |
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Isaac Hayes: |
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See that young blood, comin down the street |
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Don't be hypnotized by the stride of his feet |
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Pickpockets, streetwalkers, number runners, hustlers |
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Guru: |
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Lots of ladies, wanna, check me out |
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And lots of haters, wanna, X me out |
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I got more style than Gucci, Louis or Prada |
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Drop more jewels on you, than your uncle or father |
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Once this envious kid, was temptin me kid |
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To stoop down to his level and cold empty his wig |
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He was mad cause his girl wanted up in my world (hahahaha) |
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I looked the other way, and she was still, stuck in my world |
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Aiyyo; baby wants to run with me, come with me, have fun with me |
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I be the man when I'm dipped, or in a t-shirt, and dungarees |
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I overheard her man, that was screamin in her ear |
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While I nodded to my peeps, who was schemin in the rear |
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If he's gon' flip, he's gonna, find out quick |
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That I stroll with a click, and we roll mad thick |
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He shook my hand and laughed it off, that was his best decision |
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We keep it tight aight? Hangin out, with that night vision |
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Isaac Hayes: |
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I bust into this night club |
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I can see you perpetraters |
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Passin out your BID'ness cards |
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Wearin your knockoff gators |
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Pimps, heartbreakers, dumb-ass Johns |
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You got to make a decision, to go witcha instincts |
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And rely on your night vision |
