| Okay! |
| I’m all that with NBA wives
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| Jock strap nice, they match the white ties
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| Lou
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| The mob warehouse, why you think the truck come to pick up more bologna
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| Stella
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| Front a hundred thousand mil', let you up and comers develop street cred
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| I’m sleeping on you like that force field around the bed
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| Silver Surfer, your girl like my balls
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| They turn colors, now they burgundy
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| IPhone, laby, I like the way your wife worry me
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| I’m a regulator, I keep my hair cut low-key like Warren G
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| Versace’s, get out the green Porsche
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| You know I’m blind, I can’t see
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| Using my stick to walk past MC’s
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| I’m Donny Microphonse, tonight, I’m hitting your Amazon
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| Ballroom, baby, no problem, I brought Hammerstein
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| Hammerstein, Carnegie Hall, Radio City
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| Madison Square, the Barclay Center, it’s all mine
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| Hammerstein, Carnegie Hall, Radio City
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| Madison Square, the Barclay Center, it’s all mine
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| Paradise
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| New York is a sport
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| MVP, but I stay out the court
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| , Range Rover horse
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| 240 on the horse next to the bricks, young gunner to the boss
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| I’m a metropolitan nigga, check my politic, nigga, I’m a politic, nigga
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| Money and the power,, yay and the keys to the city
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| Box seats, and my Yankee fitted, chicken box, get it
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| Roof off, titties spillin out cause the milk all in it
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| So soft, seats to the benches
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| Love to perforate it, let the pussy breathe in it
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| My reflection on the hood, your reflection on the dishes
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| No pork, don’t talk, nigga, stop snitching
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| Shot clock, white chalk, overtime, finished
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| I’m bad religion, death in jewels
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| Sacrilegious, gorilla monsoon
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| Indigenous to the dark, I live on your fear and remain in your thoughts
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| Blackburn necklace, keep bitches caught up
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| Battle of the sexes, more for the slaughter
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| Hey, 2 15's in the the water
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| Uptown, Harlem World, Rich Porter
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| Smack bitches with the dick, hit niggas with the mortar
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| Mylar zip, ounces and quarters
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| Wear a disguise, so I don’t get caught
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| Eyes without a face, no reflection
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| On the highway to hell or the staircase to heaven
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| Living in the past, sleepwalking in the present
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| Everyday’s a show, real life, no gimmick
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| Money over hoes, I’m 'bout that business
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| We straight wilding, like juvies on the island
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| Caged up, so raise up, before I light the stage up
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| Take caution to what I say
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| Get with it, or get turned the fuck away
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| Swift with the gift when I’m dropping my shit
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| I do shows, collect dough, grab a ho, and then split
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| I smoke that raw shit, you smoke that if
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| I’m talking Denver nuggets, Portland dog shit
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| Straight to the brain, spliffs make me sane
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| Bitches give me brain to gain some fame
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| Libido’s the name, the FCC6 to blame
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| Cause I came to rearrange the game, with the spoken bar flow
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| Haters copy, want to be me
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| Come out and see me and realize it ain’t easy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paradise , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Demolition Crash, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп