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a nice day!

Defecting Russian dance into Hockney prints
Exclusive to Bloomingdale's, gift-wrapped in red
From the land of blue rinse
They boggle
a nice day!

Defecting russian dance into Hockney prints
Exclusive to Bloomingdales, gift-wrapped in red
From the land of blue rinse
They boggle
a nice day!

Defecting russian dance into Hockney prints
Exclusive to Bloomingdales, gift-wrapped in red
From the land of blue rinse
They boggle
In my lungs go the drugs like the red chief
Red leaf lettuce blood money on the bench seat
12 courses laid up on the long table
Aged wine got me
of 12 I was on another page
I wanted to jug upon tha other people were gettin' their pay
My momma would always tell me about the direction that I was
They slept for 12 hours across from the burning sea
The night will never let them go

Way its the way of the ocean
Way there's no way through
through city streets 
New Jerusalem days mega nights
Wrap like a turban tight 
Some are tall for those who want to spar
Meet up with the caravan
the mics I rip
They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped
But my apparatus is up to status
Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static
riding between my brother and sister 
In the back seat of a '67 Buick station wagon 
With red vinyl seats 
We stick by each other 
And to those seats
and stroll
Stop and go, cop an old up town choppin
Choppin for dough, prophisise
Monopolize ingrown, pull back with no remorse
The horse power cross bow
Future in the club, poppin bands on them hoes
Go ahead Gucci Mane, toss some grands on the floor
I'm gettin a table dance by a fine ass ho
Got me coming
pass me my robe, fill my bath up with water
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Jumpsuit and pig meat and making his fortune, while making them happy with
her full of air
Holes climbing up the casket take me to the casket teeth
Upon her red throat screw me in the daisies rip apart her

Holler snip
that jumpsuit
A blunt too
I'm on my one two
Check me out
I fuck around and check you
Respect due
Pay yours nigga
Mines under the seat by my feet
the morning in Caracas
If when 5 miles from the office
He telephoned his boss
To apologize for being late
But was told by his boss see
To pick up a package
tolling
For the D's keep folding
Most Cadillac rappers get look and disturb
By the jet black blur
Me, the Testarosa running like it suppose ta
Don't
pants hang, fuck with hoodrats
Cheap nigga and won't give up a God-damn thang

[Hook: x 2]

[Guru]
I sat by the door, but never call me a spoof
Go
[Chorus]
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English
Rags tied gangs signs Letters
life stop watchin' that "Boyz N The Hood" shit
You see this red rag hangin' out of my jeans?
I went to twenty funerals by the age of ninteen
Then I
out like skin infections from my rap lethal injections
(Notty headed terror)
Hoes get caught up in my web like flies
One look at my red eyes, Tricks
[Chorus:]
Here come the elephants two by two
Pink little pachyderms following you
It's about time you start thinking
About giving up all your
lyrics
And slept when I dropped that do you wanna hear it?
'Cause from sun up to sundown, my eyes are red and rundown
I still smoke a pound if strong peeps
the non-believers"

Bounce, it's the new 12 play
Bounce though the pussy like L-way
Bounce, I wanna see your tail shake
Bounce when you hear are Kelly say
tight, the block is stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time

Look
you'll be home by 12, come strolling in at 4
Out went the girls but leaving with the boy next door
Can you fill me in
Wearing a jacket, who's property
Said