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Transcribed by Reverend Straynge 

the woods and the town
Covered in snow
All transformed to a fairytale
Like the fresh page
Uh, uh, uh

Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning

Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh
Mr. By-his-self-he-so-impressed
I mean, damn,
turn out wrong 

Red, red roses, lyin' on the ground 
Heartache and pain 
They call you by name 
They follow you around 

Juliette talk sweet Juliette
Dre & Cool, we riding heavy
And why to Miami? 'Cause . . .

[Chorus]
(We make the world go round)
Now let's toast to the hustlers
(We make
motherf***in' hustler musik

Goddamn 
Next they hit a n**** in his head with this one 
I'm a paint the city red wit this one 
I'm a  head wit' this one 
See
motherfuckin' hustler musik
So ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all

Goddamn, next they hit a nigga in his head with this one 
I'm a paint the city red wit this
beer and his face turned red

Asked my mother, she acted the same
She never looked up, she seemed so ashamed
Asked my teacher, he reached for
guys 
Caught me at red lights 

Tell me how many frogs do I have to kiss 
Before I find my prince, before I find my prince 
All you girls that are
at red lights

Tell me how many frogs do I have to kiss
Before I find my prince, before I find my prince
All you girls that are going through this
motherf***in' hustler musik

Goddamn 
Next they hit a n**** in his head with this one 
I'm a paint the city red wit this one 
I'm a  head wit' this one 
See
motherfuckin' hustler musik
So ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all

Goddamn, next they hit a nigga in his head with this one 
I'm a paint the city red wit this
and why to Miami?
'Cause

We make the world go ?round
Now let's toast to the hustlers
We make the world go ?round
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas
at red lights

Tell me how many frogs do I have to kiss
Before I find my prince, before I find my prince
All you girls that are going through this
motherfuckin' hustler musik
So ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all

Goddamn, next they hit a nigga in his head with this one
I'm a paint the city red wit this one
(inspired by the work of Edgar Allen Poe)
I. Red Death
It was a time when life was short
Long devastated was the land
Never had there ever been
The streets of New York
A maze made of iron and stone.
A labyrinth complete, 
With edges that cut through the bone.

They come by the millions,
rhyme the super computer
The literary genius rhyme ruler of the future
I'm the fresh prince slaying all emcee
So hold the red cup when we take to your
at the door and the bankbook's in the red
I guess every fairy tale has a monster underneath the bed

Whatever happened to the Prince and Cinderella
That
She likes to sleep her nights with the window open wide
Just in case her Dark Prince would come by the silvery light
She lives with her two cats
O, yell tak the high road and Ill tak the low.
Ill be in heaven afore ye.
For me and my true love will never meet again
By the bonnie, bonnie banks
She likes to sleep her nights with the window open wide
Just in case her Dark Prince would come by the silvery light
She lives with her two cats
O, yell take the high road and I'll take the low.
Ill be in heaven afore ye.
For me and my true love will never meet again
By the bonnie, bonnie
O, yell tak the high road and Ill tak the low.
Ill be in heaven afore ye.
For me and my true love will never meet again
By the bonnie, bonnie banks
motherfuckin' hustler musik
So ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all

Goddamn, next they hit a nigga in his head with this one 
I'm a paint the city red wit this
stopped arguing with a mime 
And waved his arms like wheat. 
But when he tried to speak the Prince of Plum 
Fell through the roof of his mouth