Lyrics:
With pink skin that glimmers so grand
She's glowing
And Dorothy's got a hold on my hand
Rolling
Straight down the lane, then she circles around
Just
you can't find the keys
And the ladies on Magdalene Lane
All worship the sun and the sand
And the migrants who come can't complain
For this is their
you can't find the keys
And the ladies on Magdalene Lane
All worship the sun and the sand
And the migrants who come can't complain
For this is their
Music in starling st sounds like the wind
Down the cafe when the daylight has thinned
Harry and dorothy say let's begin
You clap your hands for a jug
Murderous night times and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac, cold strap
With my peeps that's into drug money market interact
No
and smiles all around
Super Duper Market, where happiness is found
Stroll down the candy lane, with treats for every taste
Or wander through the beauty aisle,
the market burned down
And the newspaper sleeping bags blow down the lane
And that goddamn flatbed's got me pinned in again
In the neighborhood
In
to the city. Located in the heart of Old Delhi, the Chandni Chowk market has a rich history and is known for its narrow lanes, crowded streets, and colorful
Part II
We like Dorothy Hamill on ice
We in your hood we might circle, hats down low in the Range
Switch lanes, change my tire, peel out
Real
You can call me Whitley I go to Hillman
Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game
Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane
You can call me Whitley I go to Hillman
Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game
Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane
Market where the costers cry.
Cockney feet mark the beat of history.
Every street pins a memory down.
Nothing ever can quite replace
The grace
the middle of the night
Dance in the super market
Dig it in the fast lane
Listen to the countdown
They're playing our song again
I can't get the jumping
(Verse 1)
In the heart of East London, where cultures collide,
Brick Lane's electric buzz, electrifies.
The street art explodes, with colors so
down
Though you're sharper than me, it's too late to turn around
Heavy trading
On the floor at the market
A million keys for my heart
But they'll
to unlock
Delta's on the rise gamma's off the chain
Leverage so high it'll drive you insane
But I'm a braver I ride that crazy wave
In the market's storm I'm
Garden Market where the costers cry.
Cockney feet
Mark the beat of history.
Every street
Pins a memory down.
Nothing ever can quite replace
Garden Market where the costers cry.
Cockney feet
Mark the beat of history.
Every street
Pins a memory down.
Nothing ever can quite replace
ice
I played with the mighty ducks
Eat, drink, play, watch me take over the market
Eat, drink, play, watch me take over the market eat, drink, play,
can't blow it all on on you.
So, send the cars back,
Put the house on the market,
And my big dreams too.
Because it's all so clear,
Now without you
souls heavy and lobe heady with code bedding
I keep my market wide and embody each archetype
Swag rap to back pack and chart time
With the hardest rhyme
souls heavy and lobe heady with code bedding
I keep my market wide and embody each archetype
Swag rap to back pack and chart time
With the hardest rhyme
I'm trying to pass
A fat bastard
In a silver Porsche
Polished and waxed
He don't drive like a man
Fifty in the passing lane
Like an old lady
hands
She traces paths less known
Each street, a new wonderland
Where seeds of dreams are sown
Oh, Regina, in the lanes you roam
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