| One morning, I came across a star
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| Trying to find her way back home
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| As the day changed, it rained
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| And she said
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| Just look into the water
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| There’s no better place to be, uh huh
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| It will take you to that Blackstreet
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| Where things change
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| It’s nothing bad, it’s nothing better
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| Ohhh, Blackstreet
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| Take me there (Take me there)
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| Take me there (Take me there)
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| I wanna go, I’ve gotta go, I
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| Take me there (Take me there)
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| Take me there (Take me there)
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| Can you take me there?
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| Welcome to Blackstreet
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| Feel this
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| Twelve cars, mansion, beautiful kids
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| Fly life, my life
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| Wanna be here to see it on tv
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| Listen to my cd easily
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| Dough flow, blow, do the show, all across the globe
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| Lotta carats in my earlobe, chillin' 20 million
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| Wanna jam with my ghetto’s blackstreet heros
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| Do they thing, whatcha got?
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| New jack swing, teddy stay ready
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| Deadly on the remix
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| I’m the prefix and suffix, got enough chips
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| Not enough hits though, don’t get it twisted
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| Over a hundred of mine listed, why?
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| K-sick widdows and six zeroes in the blink of a eye
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| In the game I’m ahead of, spread love, call my fleet
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| When I break bread, we all’ll eat
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| That’s how we play from motown to va
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| T.r., mad pr, cuban cigar, never illegal
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| None of y’all equal, peek-a-boo, I see you
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| Now I’ll leave you with just a little sneak preview
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| You know how we do, music for the people
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| 1 — got to give the people
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| Give the people what they want
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| Want ch’all to feel this
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| Get near this, hear this
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| It’s the realist
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| Gotta give what the people
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| Give the people what they want
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| Want cha’ll to feel this
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| Get near this, hear this
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| It’s the realist
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| See black, markell, future sound cartel
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| Soon as we dropped the stock fell
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| Look, better hooks than ali
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| Give more nightmares than rakim
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| G-rock to whom I sell records, you don’t
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| Check my steez, invest my g’s, adjust that beats’s
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| Golddiggers wanna caress my cheek
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| See me flow, battle free g, ceo yo
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| That’ll be me, why y’all hate to work
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| I read every line of the paperwork
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| That’s my job, 'till it’s all done
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| Corn on the cob, mc’s it ain’t all fun
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| You might flow to sick 'cause it really quickest
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| But you stay booked forever 'cause you don’t know the business |