| I’m a Besalisk from the distant planet Ojom
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| The communes were too cold I badly wanted to go beyond
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| Outer space was calling and I couldn’t resist
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| The Arctic’s hard and harsh it’s a bitch I hardly miss
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| Get me on a space station nation unto itself
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| I search for commerce in the farthest darkest reaches of hell
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| Get me off of this planet before it’s enslaved by the Hutts
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| Give me a fraction of the action I’ve been waiting for months
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| I’m a cook it’s a look that’s easy to execute
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| Apron and a shirt pants don’t hurt forget the shoes
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| My dream’s to have a diner on that planet that’s a city
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| My dreams to find a girl that’s not ashamed to be with me
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| Before I was an informant ran a bar in Ord Sigatt
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| A cover for running guns I’m a lover of selling shots
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| A prospector for a second on a mine on Subterrel
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| Now I’m mining for what’s mine only time will tell
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| Might seem a little freaky my hands are kinda greasy
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| My apron’s a Pollock painting of stains
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| Might be sextupled limbed my scruples are super slim
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| Let’s couple skate before it’s too late in the game
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| Let’s rink around with the four armed greasy guy
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| I know I may not seem appealing but the feeling is right
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| You know I’m down with the sound your sexy disco style
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| You put a dart in my heart I got Kit Fisto’s smile
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| In the outland transit system I ran a dirty business
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| Met the needs of mercenaries who were scary and persistent
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| Bounty hunters took a number under stress I didn’t want
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| Sold the rest to Jango Fett and then I left for Coruscant
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| Started selling donuts in the collective commerce district
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| You can score a death stick or whatever is the next fix
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| Hear a Bith play all the hits Dewback inn for sinful stalking
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| So many options you should stop in cop my offerins often
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| In time it was a diner, business grew with my whiskers
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| I eavesdrop and gossip nonstop 'cause I’m the awesomest listener
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| We serve Jawa juice to new recruits sliders to old timers
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| Impolite pod racers never tip their kind sure could be kinder
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| Got a unicycled serving droid she doesn’t like organics
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| I’ll be spying while I’m frying Hermione sighing at her antics
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| In a panic there was a purge I never liked the use of clones
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| The fact Kamino was kept secret was a weakness we condoned
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| Now I’m back at the bottom, in the depths of city planet
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| Help the displaced become erased because it’s hard to face the damage
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| My diner was destroyed but it would later be rebuilt
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| My heart is like a coffee cup that always needs to be refilled
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| Might seem a little freaky my hands are kinda greasy
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| My apron’s a Pollock painting of stains
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| Might be sextupled limbed my scruples are super slim
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| Let’s couple skate before it’s too late in the game
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| Let’s rink around with the four armed greasy guy
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| I know I may not seem appealing but the feeling is right
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| You know I’m down with the sound your sexy disco style
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| You put a dart in my heart I got Kit Fisto’s smile |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rinkin Around , by - MC Chris. Song from the album MC Chris Foreverrr, Pt. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп