| What goes up must come down
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| But nothin ever changes for miles around
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| In the 'burbs, the burroughs or even the towns
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| In the city
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| It’s a pity
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| See, it’s hard livin in Sodom where the minds are rotten
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| And worse in Gomorrah where shorties are concubines
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| See the women dress Philistine style
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| Lookin high-minded and butt-naked hopin the black king sweat it
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| The latest attraction is this hooker tryin to gain
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| A pleasant favor of the townsmen while jealous women frownin
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| Women battlin, women can’t stay legit
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| Cause if they want the king’s favor, got to work hard for it
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| Now the godly women with their modest attire
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| Envies Jezebel with her gold and saphire
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| Now check the next scenes and transpire
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| Cause Erica tries to fit the women’s model image of America
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| She had her mind and morals together
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| She’s at the age to find a husband
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| And couldn’t find not on under the sun
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| «Am I goin to be single 'til I’m 40?
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| I know this Jezebel gets a (aiyo shortie!)»
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| She contemplates her life, makes a purchase of jewels
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| Some miniskirts and now she’s breakin fool |
| To get a little more attention
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| Add some gloss to the lips and to the dome rocks extensions
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| I can’t forget to mention the whole block ran up in her like a sinner
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| What a pity, no more virgin’s committee
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| She’s the newest Jezebel hooker takin the throne
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| Don’t fall for the Sodomizing syndrome
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| It goes
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| I’m on the block, out of nowhere were police with Glocks
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| In riot gears bustin shots as the spot gets hot
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| I bounce right on a sidestreet, people run in a flurry
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| My vision is blurried as I scury, nobody heard me
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| Cause I move like stealth, yo, they takin my property
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| But my life is my wealth, my heart’s thinkin for self
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| Adrenaline off the shelf and in full activation
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| As I turn on my thinker, catch a jake in my blinker
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| He bust three shots, they dropped like sinkers toward my knee caps
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| I ease back, they ricochet off the jeep to where he’s at
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| It freezed that demon with sudden death
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| I broke left and choked breath at the stop for the F
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| Then I feel the train below my feet
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| ??? |
| up out the street
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| It was Sodom & Gomorrah |
| What goes up must come down
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| What goes up must come down
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| What goes up must come down
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| What goes up must come down
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| Oo-oh
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| Down
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| Oo-o-oh
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| Down |