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new one form Tracy Chapman

My man Paris with a brand new album
Yossour N Dour, Black Uhuru, Living Color, Vinx, Foley
Chaka Kahn, Follow 4 Now, KRS One
what you did today
Wish you were here

Dear one at home, I just flew in from rome
And paris is a postcard all decked in color chrome
And so I climbed
the Maybach Benz
Fly this then sanaa lathan
Pumpin' Brown Sugar by D'Angelo

In Los Angeles, like an evangelist
How can you introduce you to your maker ?
on
Respirators for killing my best, poor haters
On permanent, hiatus as I skate
In the Maybach Benz, flier than Sanaa Lathan
Pumping "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In
rotten, looking like little me
The most beautifulest thing in this world
Is daddy's little girl
You don't yet know what swag is but you was made in Paris
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
know there's a bad side to the power of the chain
I know I'll be going back in time once again

It was only the 1st of may, thunder rolling by
we come alive
This is the breath and this is the kiss

No we're in Paris
In the ball gowns
In the high heels
In the snow
And we're spinning round
hoes
And I'm controllin' mines, like Waco
Texas, Mr. Flossy in the Lexus
Super supreme I plot schemes like Stephen King and

One by one, we'll start
what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I’m guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my
(yehiyehiii)

Gangs in der Street, bang zu dem Beat
Aus dem Fenster des Jeeps,es gibt Drive-By
Aggressiv, jetzt brennt dieser Kiez
Ihr kennt dieses Lied.
of line, Cam betting the house on me
You know I ain't stopping yet
You know my album ain't done, it ain't dropping yet
I'm in the mist of a bidding war
Leach
Richer than a Twinkie, I got so much cash
That to me Paris Hilton is poor white trash
I take forty-seven weeks of vacation a year
If people piss me
you hacked in?
I know we hate to live in the past-tense
It’s been weird since I went out west and did an album with No I.D.
And ain’t came back since
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money 
Straight flights 

I live by the cold war 
Drove from round the globe 
All I need is
ab und ficke eure Prominenz
45er Lebensweisheit, wünsche jedem Beilied
Denn ich mach' in dieser Szene Drive-By
Ihr musst sparen und eure Knete
ain't the only niggas that's wildin' in Paris
Back in the day, me and my nigga SwizZz was always in grind mode
Reppin' that 818 was just like walkin'