| The city street is hot
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| The heat is escalating
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| Every corner in the town
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| There’s a paycheck waiting
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| Put a flower in your pocket
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| If you seem them boy, you drop it
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| And you run, run
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| They may pretend they like you
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| But man’s best friend will bite you
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| Just for fun, fun
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| If they’re gunning for you boy, you’ve already won
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| I had a dream today
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| About a hustle lost
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| He paid his dues
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| Then he paid the cost
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| Wish I knew back then
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| All I know right now
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| Things would be much different
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| Than time has allowed
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| Put a flower in your pocket
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| If you seem them boy, you drop it
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| And you run, run
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| They may pretend they like you
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| But man’s best friend will bite you
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| Just for fun, fun
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| If they’re gunning for you boy, you’ve already won
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| With tired eyes and bills to pay
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| You gotta make it through another day
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| The streets can see into your soul
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| It ain’t where ya been but where you’re gonna go
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| Put a flower in your pocket
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| If you seem them boy, you drop it
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| And you run, run
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| They may pretend they like you
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| But man’s best friend will bite you
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| Just for fun, fun
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| If they’re gunning for you boy, you’ve already won |