| We-we-we sound and tell the people
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| About the musical disc coming your way!
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| (Buck-bu-bu-buck! Brrr-bu-bu-buck!
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| Ghostface Killah!)
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| I’d love to make you happy, buy an island off Miami
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| Feed your mother and your family, my wildest fantasies
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| Take place, overlooking real high mountains
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| They wrote our name in the sky, see baby, we bout it!
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| This is all us, Adam and Eve if you want
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| This time, we respect God’s work from the jung'
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| That’s all you ever said, Ghost fed, many heads
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| Broke dead, I’m going bald, girl, I can’t grow dreads
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| Kiana told Deb, on the moped
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| CiCi Vet on the beach steps give me slow neck
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| She’s lyin', she be on X
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| She’s tired, she a house wreck (that's right)
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| Don’t buy it, tell me why you said that («Cause you left me…»)
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| I never left you, you left me
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| You thought if you break out from the kids, you’ll be stress free
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| Talkin' bout it, baby, you my first lady
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| You let me suck up on them nipples
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| When I get cranky, and taste your kitty
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| So girl, won’t you on come back down to Earth
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| Once you land on the Rock, you gonna always see a dirt
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| Face first, they the worst, they searched and searched
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| And the worst, don’t it hurt, my love, stay alert
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| Two things that you can’t touch: My money, my girl
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| The he-say and she-say could f**k up your world
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| Playa-haters, perpetrators, house-breakers
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| Can you see the fact that nigga try’nna live life?
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| I was raised in a jungle, and stumbled on hills
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| And didn’t nobody ask me on how did I feel
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| But that sugar and my spice, that’s wife
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| She’s my lady, and we just wanna live right, uh
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| Tell the people, tell the people…
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| Tell the people, tell the people…
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| Tell the people, tell the people…
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| Tell the people, tell the people…
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| No, no, no… you don’t love me and I know now…
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| No, no, no… you don’t love me, yes, I know now…
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| Tell the people (I see you)
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| Tell the people (I see you)
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| No, no, no… I’ll do anything for… |