| Back in the day when pagers was the rage
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| I was see-through, I was paging all the babes
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| It must’ve been like 1995
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| They rocked the door knockers
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| Looking mighty fine
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| The 143 my code 76
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| I was dreaming and scheming of getting rich
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| Because Renee used this code too
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| When?
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| Ay yo, music gets me high
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| Before the days of email and press «reply'
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| Down like that
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| Brown like that
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| Who you know make a sound like that
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| I was with Mike when the towers came down
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| Now we make the powerful sound
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| I used to do the powder in pounds
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| Now I’m all grown-up, showering down
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| I smell like money
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| Aha, my money smell funny
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| A ha ha hee hee, yo I keep it one hundred
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| My folks had the candy shop on Queens Boulevard
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| Same as back then, the people gotta hustle hard
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| Mom said bogeys used to cost a buck fifty
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| Now they cost enough to cost a dude a buck fifty
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| You ain’t 'bout that life
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| You ain’t even gotta worry, dog
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| New York native, always in a hurry yo
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| Burning loosies in my room my? |
| kinda blurry yo
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| I’m riding on that DQ with hot nine on my stereo
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| Remember when the other kids in Queens called me Gandhi
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| Shivani watching MTV
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| Madonna and some Blondie
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| ? |
| watching? |
| looking cool as Fonzie
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| I was watching?
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| Fab 5 Freddy, Rocksteady Crew, Cold Crush Brothers, only 92
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| I was only seven trying to ride my bike to cousins'
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| Used to talk about whips, now my cousins all stunting
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| Rock the flyest shit cause it never cost me nothing
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| And these other weirdo rappers ain’t weird, now they fronting
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| Now let me show you something
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| Bad with expressions, child of immigrants
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| They say I’m white, invisible melanin
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| Melanoma, Medellin, Melatonin Acetylene?
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| Drowning out everything
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| Many things better than
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| Money things, funny things, many things venison
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| Jameson, Hennessy, kick it like soccer
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| Swinging like tennis shit, make you feel proper
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| Kick it real proper
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| Shannen Doherty, Pete Doherty, cute shorty in Prada
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| She think I got paper, she don’t know that I got nada
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| Amway, Shamwow, Man Ray, Dada
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| Guap from her pop, she get it from her father
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| Mary J., Avon, Avant, Akon
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| Akron, Magnums, action shake on
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| Snakes on plates on tables of mahogany
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| Ebony, ivory
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| Everyone be jocking me
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| They wanna be my friend again
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| And again at Bennigan’s, and then again
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| It’s just limerick shenanigans
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| Lamping on a couch at Raymour and Flanigan
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| Ethan Allen, Ethan Hawke, Ethan Coen, Joel too
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| I be in bodegas, I don’t go to Whole Foods |