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Utwór: Everything is fair

  • wykonawca: A Tribe Called Quest
  • wyświetleń: 1348

chorus (George Clinton from Funkadelic's "Let's Take It to the People"):
   "Everthing is fair when you're livin in the city"(8X)
  
   Q-Tip:
   Lookin at Miss Lane, it was the fast lane
   Barely knows her name, struck by fame
   She just got a Benz, she rides with her friends
   Gotta keep her beeper in her purse to make ends
   Rollin down the block, checkin out the spots
   She winks at the cops, always give her props
   She knows she's the woman, can't nobody touch her
   Hangs out for the loot, makes her papes from the gutter
   Tried to make my moves on Miss Lane, she called me young boy
   Told her not to dis me I just want to be your love toy
   You young boy, my love toy, I doubt that very highly
   Just because you rhyme don't mean I'll let you try me
   Business oriented, egos never dented
   Always sweet scented, if it's business, she meant it
   Distractions never hurt, always did the work
   Always was alert, she never got jerked
   Queen of the feats, thrive to compete
   Love the funky beats while she drive down the street
   She was justified, couldn't get a job
   Had to feed her family, so she had to play, then rob
   Pullin out the ooh wop, listenin to doo-wop
   You don't have to say a word
   (gunshots)That's all ya heard
  
   chorus(4X)
  
   She's not a big kahuna, wish I met her sooner
   Instead, I met her later, my love is much greater
   Put me on her roster, to rid her of imposters
   And to sell the buddah for the sexy drug ruler
   Love is my motive, now I'm drug promotive
   Plus I needed duckets to fill up my buckets
   Supplied me with the squeezy to make my life easy
   Now I'm missing action for this fatal attraction
   But don't you let me catch you with your joint up in these bitches
   And don't you even dare to plan a plot upon my riches
   Cuz if you play me out, I think I'll let ya be
   I'll be damned if I let a brotha try to gas me
   I played my cards well, try to live swell
   For the G, I would sell, cuz I was deep in hell
   But then I really wasn't, she had a fly cousin
   Who would give me booty on the side of my cutie
   Elaine, she kinda new, that I would do the do
   But she didn't tear, I did my work with care
   That's all that really mattered, he money never splattered
   As long as she was paid, she was in the shade
   You can't really blame her for holdin on a flamer
   Society taught her, but they didn't tame her
   A ten clip salute, hunny heres a troop
   She will never stop until she reach the top
   Top, top...

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