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from here to Manhattan

Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Count the dough, run it

Yeah Listen
If it wasn't for the friction
Manhattan's nut ass niggers wouldn't even listen
And the people wouldn't miss them
Whether it's the system

to see New York
And walk around Manhattan
I'm keepin' it lit
Streets in Urbana can't compete with this
I'm crossing the channel, just came from Paris
Hop

April in Paris is grand, who could deny it?
October in New England is delightful, you must try it
June, July, and August straight to Venice by

Manhattan
She gets down, she makes it happen
So Manhattan, so man-eater
Heels click-clackin'
Yeah, she's so diva
She's so D to take it back to the spot

screen 

And the voice said, "Daddy, there's a million pigeons" (Daddy, go)
"Ready to be hooked on new religions" (go-go-go)
Hit the road, Daddy Leave

to the moment
Where down in Manhattan by Houston I’m passing this school
Thank you Ms. Lange, for knowing a fool
You told me to go an uncover the tools
Embedded

Aye Swamp this shit ain't cuttin it bro
What the fuck are you talkin bout
I'ma need you to bring in Cletus
Nah, come
Yes, yes
I, I
We, we need Cletus

leave your love alone
Sittin' here by the phone
Waitin' any minute for your call, baby
I just can't leave your love alone

You know sometimes it

as they get my cheese
Even if they gotta freeze, or it's a hundred degrees
I keep em' on they knees, take a look under my sleeve
I ain't gotta give em'

P.I.M.P. [Snoop Dogg Remix]

Snoop Dogg

P.I.M.P. [Australia CD]

2003

as they get my cheese
Even if they gotta freeze, or it's a hundred degrees
I keep em' on they knees, take a look under my sleeve
I ain't gotta give em'

nervous
I’ll take a double shot, need some liquid courage
This could be my chance, cause I know you’re worth it
It’s been so long, since I spit game
When I

on the gents
Tip hats i like to swing with girls
'cause to me it's a ton of laughs
But after the gig is past
We on to take bubble baths
I was raised well, but

trust funded, life's insured
So when I go, I leave something
Rain, sleet, snow, I'm comforting my woman
Now I see I'm wanted by your woman
And her

a bitch from Minnesota
I got cookies by the ounce Kush by the pounds
Hit me up if you want smoke and best believe its going down

Eyes real low, so you

believe me (leave me)
i'll be in the passenger seat
watching as you drive
i love to watch you drive

cause your smile is the manhattan skyline
your smile is

to win it?
"Yes, I'm in Manhattan and I'll be there in a minute'
"And oh, by the way, I re-listened to your hit"
"Hey Rick", what's the scoop?
 "Oh

you'd never leave”
Baby all I got are memories 
...and that New York scene ain't cool as they say

I really wanna be in Manhattan KS
I really wanna be in

Hang 'Em High

Sadat X

No Better Way

1996

your head wide open 
Hopin  to spot  a chip in this frame 
I lived and died by the burnin flame 
Of the OK Corral  Cowboy style 
From the Quarters

I'll go down swinging like Austin Powers in a plane crash
It's tonedeff with out the name dashed, I'm killing the space
With the will it takes to drill

Alice

Mott the Hoople

The Hoople

1974

Now Alice needed money.  I put ten dollars on the breeze.
As the wind died away, she sank way below her knees.
And as a hurricane passed by, she

wiggle like fuck it
Tuck it, up in my safe up in my oven
For I get swiped, by somebody who a'int got nothing
Niggahs all in my business like they name

THE SANDS HOT ENOUGH TO MELT ME
IF ANY ONE WONDERS WHAT KEPT ME GOIN'
IF THEY DON'T KNOW BY NOW, IT AIN'T WORTH KNOWIN'

IT WAS LOVE
IT WAS BEAUTY
IT WAS

Manhattan
Queens and the Bronx, Long Island, Staten Island
Now let's get it on!

[Chorus 1: Prodigy]
C'mon let's be men about things
When my gun bangs and you