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Look at her, look at him, oh they look so good
With their bodies and their features, that's undeniable truth
Why do I always have to print their skin

Chorus:
Hot, hot, hotter as hell, a nylon stocking and a suspender.
Hot, hot, hot, hotter as hell, a desirable paper slut.

Verse 2:
My comrade's father was

Hey Bebbeh
I know everybody gets lockdown lonely
I just wanna get lockdown boney
So please lick the print on yer index finger
Turn to the back page

Hip Hop Police

Slick Rick

Ultimate Victory

2007

confiscated the chronic and the clips
Diary that you had and all your blueprints
On the Death Row booklet, we found your two prints
Your thumb and your index

trigger must have trimodal, my index started itchin

I play with rocks and fuck with souls, these bitches think I'm spiritual
My brothers in the car, got

Sit mix and get lost in a world
Of sirens beeps and chirps and chimes
Windowsill color wheel of fifths
On lemon paper
Blue ink on print Yves Saint

magnetized
We're far from the world
Just an inch from here
But here we go

Some try some die
Sometimes I can't even cry
For sure I'm a product too
Print

you'll end up an index card on the corkboard of their dream
Sure when you're together, things will feel just fine
But you were not together, you were

x2

Verse 2 - 
Dont test me 
Have you all for breakfast and my belly still be empty
Savage ain’t the word I’m thinking deadly
Peace ,index finger down

Crusader verse 1st verse 


I inject the index in her 
Stroke the cat and then make it purr 
Sixty nine we took that in turns 
Neighbours hearing ain’t my

gettin' hate because I'm handsome
These hoes ugly without a filter
Damn, confident, not cocky

Neck, ear, wrist, rocky
Water prints on my trail
Bitch, I'm

gon' find next
I'm from the East Side
(East Side)
Disrespect me get the peace sign
(Peace Sign)
Putting down the index finger
Cuz fuck every nigga who

used the loopholes to break necks
Now we mastered the index and learned to print checks
Raise the bar to get my people outta limbo
I'm raisin funds

The gunslinger
Lettin em loose like rumspringer
The world is my Arena
My dogs are all hyenas
Don't point the finger
Not the index or the middle
No

Hip Hop Police

Slick Rick

Lethal Squad Mixtapes: Dose #1 - Infecting Ears with Every Hit

2007

confiscated the chronic and the clips
Diary that you had and all your blueprints
On the Death Row booklet, we found your two prints
Your thumb and your index

Print you, index-point pin you to that grid 
They scan you into (Into)
Locked down (Locked down)
Mental (Mental)
Government Issue, you're forced to take

boy)
I should've been sat in the lab like Dexter
I had my index on the button like Dee Dee
We slidin' for hours (turn)
Bro-bro thinks I work with