| bubbly)
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| At times i wanna watch out the Mariot, zoning on owning co-ops,
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| foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,
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| formulating up plots ta escape from Salems lock cuz its scorching hot,
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| making it hard trying ta figure who’s out ta trap me, Pataki, got all
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| kinds of undercovers coming at me, perhaps he, won’t be happy, til
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| they
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| snatch me, and place me where half slacks be, sitting in Catsaki, but
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| never me, see, my destiny ta be forever free, in ecstacy, on a hill
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| that awaits for me, so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush,
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| vivid enough ta make living this a must, plus this is real
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| first line &(sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)
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| second line &(ayo son pull the shades down and lets count this money
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| put the grants in the safe, cuz we spending the jacksons, the
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| washingtons go to wify, ya know how we do)
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| No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i’m a recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban places got
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| me seeking for oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime
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| faces, sex on the white sand beaches of Saint Thomas, though this
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| ain’t
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| promised, I’m as determined as them old timers, I wanna villa in a Costa
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| Rica, so i can smoke my reefer and enjoy how life supposed ta treat
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| ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid,
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| wearing
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| the finest fabrics tailors ever made, me and my team, carrabeans
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| forseen, i guess being down for so long i’m all in store ta see my dreams
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| so until i see past the green pasture, me being supreme master, ain’t
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| much more life ta feind after, but another chapter, a new way of life
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| to adap ta, cuz these streets a gas ya, and have ya caught up in the
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| rapture
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| de ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously
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| aware plus political, cuz though they claim that every man created
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| equal
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| whats his native people, find it harder for nights to sleep through,
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| but once established we living lavish, like the house of versi, paris,
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| i gotta have it, it so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush,
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| vivid enough, ta make living this a must, plu this is real
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| ending: its so crazy im down wit AZ, its so lovely sippin on bubbly
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| its so crazy jones and AZ, its so lovely sippin on bubbly
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| I wanna chill on sugar hill baby
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| I wanna chill on sugar hill baby
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| I wanna chill, I wanna chill, I wanna chill on sugar hill baby
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| Sugar Hill |