| And yes y’all, you now rocking with the best
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| Black Thought from the legendary Roots crew in the flesh
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| I split up in here with the brothers from the Marley family
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| Creston--we gon' say it for y’all
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| She loves to party, have a good time
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| She looks so hearty, feeling fine
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| She loves to smoke, sometimes shifting coke
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| Hey… she'd be laughing when there ain’t no joke
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| Pimpa’s paradise! |
| that’s all she was now
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| Pimpa’s paradise! |
| that’s all she was
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| Pimpa’s paradise! |
| that’s all she was now
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| Pimpa’s paradise! |
| that’s all she was
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| Cause coke was a thing that once she first try
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| Was once a blue moon to once a blue sky
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| Now she’s wondering who else wants to go buy
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| She don’t got no money and wants to get high
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| Story sounds familiar,
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| Like born to be wild but she sillier
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| Not quite the same, but she similar
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| A waste of my sarsaparilla
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| Used to look good in the videos, now she look hideous
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| Now it’s broken crack pipes with lipstick traces
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| Walks the cold nights red district places
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| She seen more hotels than my tour suitcases
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| More male customers than Old Navy’s
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| She love lime light more than John Swaby’s
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| Seen more miles than a Rent-A-Avis
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| She don’t slow down then someday maybe
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| She lost and can’t find her way to safety
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| Check it out
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| She keep her head up in the space like a satellite
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| Because she got an insatiable appetite
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| For staying out late nights with all the parasites
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| Plotting on a way to cop a little piece of paradise
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| Her dignity the only thing that she could sacrifice
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| Just get the monkey off her back and she’d be back in line
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| Five minutes she stay on the move,
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| She’d done smoked up the stone that the builder refused
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| All coked up alone, she ain’t even in tune
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| And it’s sad cause she ain’t really have a reason to use
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| She was pretty girl
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| Cleaner than the Board of Health
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| Studied and enjoyed herself, I don’t know what drove her to avoid herself
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| Destroyed herself and took a taste of the yay'
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| And now she on the track, working while she wasting away
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| It’s safe to say, she looking for a someplace to stay
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| Who ever got a little paper to play
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| Can get a slice of this…
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| For no reason a seasoned splif was the first thing
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| One spring season while she’s out flirting
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| Now she season in and don’t need rehearsing
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| Esteem get a beating, life is uncertain
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| Ego need feeding, now the wants worsen
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| Beneath the demons she’s a warm person
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| When she’s not fiending, swearing and cursing
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| Behind the curtains, she’s really hurting
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| And while her people don’t even trust her at home
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| The dealer dem grin and cook the rocks down
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| And she without sin will spark the first stone
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| The feeling kicks in she’s in the dark zone
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| Old friends walk pass going 'bout their own
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| As if she is someone that they don’t know
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| Then the King of Kings lift her off the floor
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| Saying, «Life is a thing when you learn you grow.»
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| She rise and she fall like a star
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| Her life write off like a car
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| Her face full of all kinda scar
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| Always quick fi start a war
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| She can’t keep herself up to par
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| She plays like a broken guitar
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| She always want tek it too far
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| I doubt she a-go mek it too far
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| She rise and she fall like a star
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| Her life write off like a car
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| Her face full of all kinda scar
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| Always quick fi start a war
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| She can’t keep herself up to par
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| She plays like a broken guitar
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| She always want tek it too far
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| Mi wonder how she mek it so far |