| Leather gooses, sheep skin coats and bombers
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| British walkers, shark skin tailor made
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| Playboys black suede, three finger rings
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| Name plate, rope chains, BVD nylon
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| Gazelle frames, matching with the Kangol hat
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| You couldn’t have that, brothers might snatch that
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| Flashback, 190e, with the mock neck
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| Lee suits, 25, nigga, we shoot
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| Fresh blue and white Puma or the track night
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| Shelltoe Adidas with the fatter, no laces
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| Late night, summer time jam, we in the park
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| DJ cutting, MC spitting his dart
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| A Sergio Tacchini brown suede ballet
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| Jay cross town to Delancey, jew the jew down
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| Fresh leather winter weather, maxima spoiler kit
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| Legendary deuce flicks, Slick Rick
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| Run-DMC, Jam Master Jay, hah
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| Wu-Tang Clan, Scott LaRock, KRS-One
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| Damn, brothers like Pun, hah
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| I had a Jaz-O tape, me and my crew, hah
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| Walk the avenue, sky was blue, half past two
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| Used to Cold Crush, M-O Dee, Treacherous Three
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| Spoonie Gee, Busy 'Killa' Bee
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| Crack never kept him high longer than five minute
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| Wallabee Clarks of course, silk and linen
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| Jumbos two for five, come and get it
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| Mama cried, tears of fear, when I was wilding
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| Saying 'please don’t wear that, people getting killed for that'
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| Latin Quarter, Union Square, you had to be there
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| The Fever, MC Global
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| Ripping the armory, this is hip hop to me
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| A few years ago, a friend of mine
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| He had to go away and do some time
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| Before I kick this rhyme that I’m about to say
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| I got a letter he wrote, and it went this way
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| Yo, let’s shoot the fair one, take it to the back of the building
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| A Train to the Junction where the Gods is building
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| Valor Fila suit, fresh from Simon’s
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| Canal Street jewelry, door knocker earrings
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| Leather skirt, Louis Vitton, Yves Saint Laurent
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| Polo goose weather, Benetton, Audi or the rag top Jetta
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| Lumberjack, mink Jew hat, suede front sweater, quarter filled leathers
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| Triple beams used to measure, waves to the side
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| Three sixty round the back, before the flat top
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| Stone love classics, silver hawk athlete
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| Live at the Biltmore, my flow cocoa libio
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| You can never catch my super rhyme Kurtis flow
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| I fifty two head to toe, crazy hummer side
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| Tomahawk, streets I walk, Hardy Boy sex boys take money
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| Rikers Isle, nobody smiling, jolly stompers
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| Sing Sing Spofford, TNT NARCs, they rush and try to knock us
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| Halloween masked up, buck fifty stitch cut
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| Lands of the kings and Tuts, peace Sauron
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| Latif, little Shareef, brother AD
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| High school cutting out to Coney Island Beach
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| I prepared this lesson at Redirection |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Things Just Aint The Same , by - Masta Killa. Song from the album Things Just Aint The Same, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп