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Top Hat and Tails · Berlin Berlin · Irving Berlin · The White Tie Affair · White Tie Group · Top Hat Blues Revue · The Poni-Tails · The White Hat · Black Tie · Black Tie Dynasty – and 90 other artists »
Top Hat White Tie & Tails: The Irving Berlin Songbook (Coldcut) · Top Hat, White Tie and Tails (Joe Newman) · Top Hat White Tie & Tails (Jerome Kern) · Top Hat, White Tie & Tails + Other Great Musical Hits (Fred Astaire) · Top Hat, White Tie & Tails [ASV/Living Era] (Fred Astaire) · Top Hat, White Tie & Tails [ASV/Living Era] (Fred Astaire) · Top Hat White Tie & Tails (Irving Berlin) · Top Hat and Tails: Close Harmony (Top Hat and Tails) · Berlin Lieder: Songs of Irving Berlin (Irving Berlin) · Irving Berlin: Berlin for Brass (The Alarm) – and 90 other albums »
creators of them East coast stars If you ask me I'll tell you there's no comp But I'm still humble, even though I will crumble halls Some call 'em songs
the cool in you Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton And I'll dissect you like a fraction Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
journey I saw everything Not going down in a ball of fire A little man sitting on my shoulder Top hat and tails and he carries a folder And written
White linen on my tuff tails Not an illusion three sheets to the wind I ain't gotta be boozen go bad on a bitch Til I got her improvment no I'm not wit
the bum is bound by al When the charts are fouled When the crowds go wild (Wiki) How did I land? Right in this land Man-hat-tan Right were you stand
losin' yer pace In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup
the fellows Bunch of actors who never sold a crack in the ghetto Went from Nas to The Esco, back to nasty Clappin' that black heat None of y'all are
killer, who works by the phone book For you I got a lot to shoot my songs in here My rhymes are hotter than a prostitute with ghonnerea On the mic I
the verse back and it indents So now I'm chased by this run-on sentence I ran so fast I leaped from the page that's when the paper split Then I closed my
'bout they all love Ryan And Joey too, you should've seen me at the funeral Sporting the top hat tuxedo was royal blue murder who Nigger, I died in
thought, from a dog on top We been nuts There was a fool who thought we was new to this But who knew this would end up, a glow stick in a uterus That's light