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of
Dexter boy being gypped by love?
Well, did you evah?

What a swell party this is
What frails, what frocks
What furs, what rocks
What gaiety!

It's
the street love
Each thug, is now reppin this with deep love
(Skills) Gang Starr duelin again rulin again
Watch as we do it again

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of
Dexter boy being gypped by love?
Well, did you evah?

What a swell party this is
What frails, what frocks
What furs, what rocks
What gaiety!

It's
of
Dexter boy being gypped by love?
Well, did you evah?

What a swell party this is
What frails, what frocks
What furs, what rocks
What gaiety!

It's
Some of ya'll might be affraid of what lurks in the dark
So by the wave of his hand and by the flick of his wrist
Tone brings things to light
Some of ya'll might be affraid of what lurks in the dark
So by the wave of his hand and by the flick of his wrist
Tone brings things to light
a fashion show, you know
It's all I love like McEnroe, but sorry I have to go
One time, yo
Meet Mr. International on the runway more than a fashion show,
cats gettin green, by all means love the war
A midnight special billy New York call
So when you squeeze it kid, of you bound to fall

[Mr. Cheeks]
a different place
Hey love
I'm just writing you to say
Hey love

Lately been livin’ this life that’s trife, poltergeist on mic’s
Makin’ moves down in
Locc
(Cuz a Eastside party ain't no joke)

[Tripp Locc]
The first stop PCH and atlantic, the homefront
Poly apartments where the party still jumps
Aye! aye!
Teach me how to dougie (aye!)

They be like smooth (what?)
Can you teach me how to dougie?
You know why?
Cause all da bitches love me (aye)
Aye! aye!
Teach me how to dougie (aye!)

They be like smooth (what?)
Can you teach me how to dougie?
You know why?
Cause all da bitches love me
lounge in Tangier
Not the one in Vegas, nah the one in Maroc
Cruise the Atlantic, from yours to my block
Mo' hot sauce, mo' sipping, mo' palmas, mo'
Now these doors don't open  til after dark 
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts 
(Yo  me and my crew had to be in by ten 
Right
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word

Fantastic

Show stoppin emcees

Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket

But
I move for 'self, only me and my steel
Cause shit is real and leary niggas will rat you out
Get under pressure by the jakes when they smack 'em out
killers, quick to move s*** heavily armed
I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein
Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
I
killers, quick to move shit heavily armed
I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein
Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
I
Now these doors don't open til after dark 
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts 
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten 
Right