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The Devil Wears Prada (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Devil Wears Prada (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Le Diable Ne S'habille Plus en Prada (Soprano) · Who Wears These Shoes (Elton John) · Devil Wears a Lamb's Skin (Soilent Green) · She Wears My Ring (Ray Price) · Broadway Wears a Lei (Alfred Apaka) · Dirk Wears White Sox [Bonus Tracks] (Adam Ant) · My Girl Wears My Crown (Rock Steady 1966-1968) (The Paragons) · Dirk Wears White Sox (Adam Ant) – and 38 other albums »


niggaz down in Houston on candy paint
All my niggaz in the Dirty South, Miami mayne
All my niggaz in the A-T-L throwin dem bones
All them thugs that
bleachin' my hair, with some peroxide
Reachin' for a t-shirt to wear
That I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this?
How could I predict my words
is a cover up, 'cause you use Vaseline
Fun love of hip-hop, these lyrics got you steamed
Knowing damn well that bad men don't wear g-strings
Another
to wear 
that I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this? 
How could I predict my words would have an impact like this
I must've struck a chord,
down in Houston on candy paint
All my niggaz in the Dirty South, Miami Mayne
All my niggaz in the A-T-L throwin' dem bones
All them thugs that send
the student kills the teacher 

Any last words before I send you to your dream? 

Hold my hands and pray 

[lyrics in Creole] 

You don't got knowledge
is a cover up, 'cause you use Vaseline
Fun love of hip-hop, these lyrics got you steamed
Knowing damn well that bad men don't wear g-strings
Another
the student kills the teacher 

Any last words before I send you to your dream? 

Hold my hands and pray 

[lyrics in Creole] 

You don't got knowledge
broken, the demon locin'
Dropping the bomb and all that is left is the smokin' 
Cloakin' chokin', the lyrics are spoken
Infrared vision, scopin'
don't care
You always call a freak, by the garment they wear
Instead of call it clothes they always callin it gear
Big derriere to make the next man
to do that shit and print it
But it's all about the loot so every move is documented
And vented, by the man born for lyric kickin'
Coolin' out with
tutsi, wear in wardrobe for the movie

You really not the ill nigga that you claim to be (You'se a phony)
All gassed up by ya people, before coming
em know we in the house 
CL hit em off with the verses 

Never judge a book by the cover; discover the Soul Brother 
With the Mecca Don Workin'
cops anywhere we appear
Yuh tell us by di clothes dat we wear, everybody sing

This is our time (Uh huh) we about to shine (Uh huh)
All you other
the sake of being fly
Faked my slang or hanged with gangs doin' drive by's
I greet with a smile no matter punk or mack
Recognise K.L. or I'll put your whole
Nuts who want to inflict, harm against the charmer
Best to rest their case because I wear medieval armor
To protect my subjects, my style's quite hard
to
Hittin people like a scene of amazement
Floored by Erick Sermon arrangement
Frontin I can never do (uh-huh)
So now I'm lookin dead at you, so what you
beaten by the best
Yo, damn skip I be riding my own dick
Those with that fly shit up in they head, get domes swollen quick
Competition best pray for