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As the world keeps burning As my soul keeps learning Tears fall from the castles around my heart Paperboy, top noise Now I'm in Chinatown, bok choy Should've
wore prosthetic pants to the homecoming dance And my homeboy leroy had legs made of bok choy I ate him while we danced, loaned him my pants Romance is
some style by taking glances Red snapper, taken apart, put back together Plated on some bok choy, fine fish platters forever (Yo!) Same routine,
frustrate you Complicate you I'll hit and hurt you It's Hang Seng, baby 'Cause one of these days when I make money I'll blow away these Kowloon gardens
Just found joy I'm as happy as a baby boy, baby boy With another brand new choo-choo choy When I met my sweet Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine.
babies go home (Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the chest (Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his vest (Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his dome (Oh
I've just found joy I'm as happy as a baby boy, With another brand new choo-choo choy When I'm with my sweet Lorraine, A pair of eyes That are
[Chorus: Baby + Jazze Pha] I keep my rims, On the rocks I keep my jims', On the rocks I keep my drink, On the rocks That's how I'm living, "My
how should I ride man [Baby] Captin stunter, I ride with a Mack 11 Cause I'm a Uptown hunter, a big dope fronter And 10 a ki still a number I
that's my life Baby - Slim - Fresh - Juve - Weezy - Turk That's my clique - disrespect 'em A get 'cha call ta the morgue quik nigga Why'kno about the Hot
I'll get mad and try ta flush your head down the toirlet Baby gave me the game - when this niggaz that's bitch made Gimme my props, call it Ace a Ace
'My life' On the rocks Nigga, I went from big Bok shoes in Rolls to 23 inches This Cadillac so why'kno I'm pimpin' Fo' insuran' I don't play that, I'm
funeral in two Hummers That's me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day Come out the funeral home, you get hit at walkin' away I'm in to grow, legend with rights,