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Les Plus Grands Success de Chic (Chic's Greatest Hits) (Chic) · Chic/C'Est Chic (Chic) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · In to the Mix, Vol. 2: The Second Coming (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Coming Out of the Dark (Gloria Estefan) · Coming Out (The Manhattan Transfer) · Coming Out (The Manhattan Transfer) · Coming out Fighting/Dangerous Charm (Sinner) · Thanks for Coming Out (Beatnik Turtle) · The Coming Straight Out (DJ Ideal) – and 90 other albums »


by side

With my sistren extended kin sing
Keep on moving and don't stop
Do you get the gist of the linguistic
That I kick

I'm the chic with the hips
thing bleached
Drug dealer chic, I’m wondering if a thug’s prayers reach
Is Pious pious cause God loves pious?
Socrates asked whose bias do y'all seek?
the whole thing bleached
Drug dealer chic, I’m wondering if a thug’s prayers reach
Is Pious pious cause God loves pious?
Socrates asked whose bias do y'all
a movie that bombed
The veeps in charge are now at large
Means everyone involved is gone

The plot conflix, no beautiful chix
So it's coming out
Grinnin' like a dog diggin' up dinosaur bones
I used to be fossilized but now I'm out of my shell
And I'm happier than whores with chivalrous clientèle

This
whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
And he'll keep coming back for more
And more and more 

[Lil Mo] 
Rule number 6
Never mix business with pleasure
the back of the club gettin' my drink on
Plus I'm high
Oil in my cup, cause I'm in my pimpin' zone
Out the Chi
You know that boy be big ballin' around
I'm high beaming in your rear view
Get out the left lane before I steer through
Ain't even trying to hear you
It was important 'til you thought I feared
I'm high beaming in your rear view
Get out the left lane before I steer through
Ain't even trying to hear you
It was important 'til you thought I feared
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT) 
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT) 
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT) 
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT) 

Verse 1:Dinco D 
They got my brother locked down in
to the motherfucking Hubbard 
Eating her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she doesn't 
And if you still don't "under-fucking-stand" where I'm coming from 
Listen
playeristic hits
I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, it's the
Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch
I used to sell dope, but in 1994
I'm
the worst,
Emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now

So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm
relate homes, I'm on the fucking streets
Believe it or not, I'm sure there be calmer situations
When dirty cops approach me joe, I'm on probation