| I am the prince of the city
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| I am the talk of the town
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| Nobody else fucking with me
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| Cause I am not fucking around
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| I am the prince of the city
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| I am the talk of the town
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| Nobody else fucking with me
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| Cause I am not fucking around
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| I am the prince of the city
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| I am the talk of the town
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| Nobody else fucking with me
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| Cause I am not fucking around
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| I am the prince of the city
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| I am the talk of the town
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| Nobody else fucking with me
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| Cause I am not fucking around
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| I am the prince of the city
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| I am the talk of the town
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| Nobody else fucking with me
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| Cause I am not fucking around
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| They say I sound like this, sound like that
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| Well all them niggas that I sound like, sound like Jazz
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| Fell off for a bit, 'til I bounced right back
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| But I’m that nigga right now, don’t that sound right Lantz?
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| Pray to God this ain’t my last record
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| If it is, there ain’t no half stepping (nah)
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| I heard I lucked out with the M.I.P
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| But me and Lantz is back, the new M.I.B
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| Man I’m a downtown legend
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| Everybody feels threatened
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| You are not worthy of my presence
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| Black angel, I ain’t going to heaven man
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| It’s fuck paranoia, it’s feelin' like armageddon now
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| It’s time to collect, mine and my rent
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| Step on my turf, bitch watch your step
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| Pardon my manners, I haven’t slept
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| The old me just died, ask if I wept
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| The new me came back, asked where I went
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| Holes in my roof, I ain’t content
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| Band on my bible, I don’t repent
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| I am the star, this is my event
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| Damn Jazz and Lantz, back on they shit
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| Now all them haters back on they dick
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| Made an agenda, no plans to forget
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| If you step in my way, then you plan to get hit
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| I ain’t finna spare nobody
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| I ain’t tryna' hear nobody
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| I just spent winter in hell and if you couldn’t tell, I don’t fear nobody
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| My nigga save the beef
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| Every time I drop, I see your plays increase
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| Instead of dissing online, you should be thanking me
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| (yeah, look)
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| I could turn that sob story to a horror story
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| Stay in your lane my nigga, this ain’t your territory
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| The city’s on a wave right now
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| If I was you, I’d be very worried
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| Everybody in the states compare me to Drake
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| Cause not many in the city can carry the weight
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| Y’all got it wrong, dropping two or three songs
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| Tryna' get a little buzz and get carried away
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| (nigga, shit, yeah)
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| I’m in it for the long run
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| You only in it for the wrong one (yeah)
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| I’m in it for the long run
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| And they still talking down bout the talk of the town
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| I am the prince of the city
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| I am the talk of the town
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| Nobody else fucking with me
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| Cause I am not fucking around
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| I am the prince of the city
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| I am the talk of the town
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| Nobody else fucking with me
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| Cause I am not fucking around
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| I am the prince of the city
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| I am the talk of the town
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| Nobody else fucking with me
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| Cause I am not fucking around
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| I am the prince of the city
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| I am the talk of the town
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| Nobody else fucking with me
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| Cause I am not fucking around
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| I am the prince of the city
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| I am the talk of the town
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| Nobody else fucking with me
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| Cause I am not fucking around
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| Hi, and welcome to Hotel Paranoia
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| Where everyone checks in, and no one checks out
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| How may I help you?
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| I got a reservation under Cartier
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| Ah, okay, we’ve been expecting you!
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| One second while I contact my manager
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| Hello, mister Lantz? |
| Mr. Jazz Cartier is here for check in
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| Hm, okay, thanks
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| Here you go Mr. Cartier, here are your keys
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| Thank you
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| 100 roses are waiting for you in room 713
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| Ah, yes, would you mind doing me a little favor and uh, notify me once my
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| guests arrive please?
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| They won’t be until a little later
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| Ok
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| Thank you
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| Um, where’s the elevator? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song • Talk Of The Town, artist - Jazz Cartier. Album song Hotel Paranoia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп