| Starlight
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| Starbright
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| First star I see tonight
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| I wish I may
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| I wish I might
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| Get this lick I try to hit tonight…
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| Shinin' down on me
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| Shinin' down on me
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| Shinin' down on me
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| Shinin' down on me
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| Shinin' down on me
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| Shinin' down on me
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| Everytime I think about it I still can’t understand
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| What make these niggas think they don’t need a plan
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| Cuz if you don’t have a plan, then
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| Tell me what you got
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| For your get rich quick scheme
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| A buster-ass plot
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| Niggas be punkin' out, loc
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| Dyin' over nothin'
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| It’s the ghetto witch doctor with another loco potion
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| Hickory
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| Dickory
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| Thievery
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| Trickery
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| Poverty
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| Misery
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| Pleads to insanity
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| Homocide
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| Robbery
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| Grand theft
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| Burglary
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| Perjury
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| Emergency surgery
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| They lookin' for a G
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| You ran through a field
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| Hopped a fence
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| And climbed a tree
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| Here they come, come
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| Nigga wit' a gun
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| Now your ass is done
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| Ain’t nowhere to hide
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| Ain’t nowhere to run
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| Cuz the helicopter light’s as bright as the sun…
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| Shinin' down on me
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| Shinin' down on me
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| Shinin' down on me
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| Bright as the sun
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| Shinin' down on me
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| Shinin' down on me
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| Shinin' down on me
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| Bright as the sun
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| It seems nowadays
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| Just to get some respect
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| Ya gots to roll a Lex and collect a fat check
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| Or come around the corner on three, hoppin'
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| Blockin' up the street
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| Flossy Mac on your D’s
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| An' everybody sayin' you’re the man, loc
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| Never broke
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| An' high off that premo smoke
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| Sippin' in the sea
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| Rollin' in the ragtop Chevy '63
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| The p-i-m-p
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| On top of the game
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| But now you’re gettin' lame
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| Cuz the yak, weed, and yayo’s playin' tricks on your brain
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| You’re lookin' for a way out
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| Before your game play out
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| Cuz once you game play out
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| Ya lose all ya' kriz out
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| Late one night you was rollin' down the block
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| With a half a pint of yak and the twenty dollar rock
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| One time got behind you and they told you to stop
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| But you kept rollin' cuz ya said you wasn’t goin'
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| Out like a sucka
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| You dumb mothafucka
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| Now the chase is on
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| An' here go the song
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| How in the hell do you think you can run
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| When the helicopter light’s as bright as the sun
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| Lockdown since the '80s
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| Situation number three
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| A nigga is released from the penitentiary
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| Fools betta recognize
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| An' visualize
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| Don’t be suprized
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| Ya betta realize
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| They got a plan fo' your ass
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| A gauge for the mass, so
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| If you’re rollin' dirty, then you betta have a stash
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| Spot in your whoopty
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| An' know the whoompty whoofty
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| When the whoompty whafty is done unto you, see
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| He don’t know the new game
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| 'Cuz the new game ain’t true game
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| But he betta catch up quick
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| Becuz the old game is rank
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| Nine is his waist
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| That’s the new game loc, cuz
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| If you ain’t heated then you might get smoked
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| He was walkin' down the street
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| Mindin' his business
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| Just happy to be free
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| And what do we see?
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| From the corner of his eye
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| Here come one time
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| So off he dashed
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| Like they set fire to his ass
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| Cuz if he get caught
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| It’s strike number three
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| An' this might be his last day on the street
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| I bet ya next time you’ll listen when I tell ya, son
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| That the helicopter light’s as bright as the sun
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| -Chorus (extended) — |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bright As The Sun, artist - Coolio. Album song Gangsta's Paradise, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп