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the restaurant
What you really really want, we grabbin' by the clutch
Precise can flaunt with this and never too much
It's such a love flow, high but natural
Goddamn, how real is this?
I know them Harlem niggas gon' be feeling this
East Coast nigga, but how trill is this?
Still don't give a shit, my
like a movie star

Oh Maria Maria
She fell in love in East L.A.
I said to the sounds of the guitar, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana

I said a la
like a movie star

Oh Maria Maria
She fell in love in East L.A.
I said to the sounds of the guitar, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana

I said a la
thinking of his lonely room
the sink that by his bed gives off a stink
Then smells her perfume in his eyes
and her voice was like a bell
Outside
so good, Fiend Weekly just three-starred 'em
I'm on the road, blow trees through East Harlem
Just put me in a cage in the basement, I'm retarded
On the Brooklyn Bridge tonight
Well it really has been a blue blue day and the water is cold in East River Bay
Water is cold in East River Bay

Standing by
when he met with

Eric Barrier from East Elmhurst
The melody they created was the first
Burst on the scene, 1986 with Clap To This
'87 dropped
to wean a little love

I know the rent is in arrears, the dog has not been fed in years
It's even worse than it appears, but it's alright
Cow is giving
love

I know the rent is in arrears the dog has not been fed in years
It's even worse than it appears but it's alright
Cow's giving kerosene, kid
a killer cobra,
It's Harlem USA I diddy bop and shop with Oprah,
(Yeah nigga, what.)

Nigga what,
From my voice I'm killing 'em,
I shed my blood,
love

I know the rent is in arrears the dog has not been fed in years
It's even worse than it appears but it's alright
Cow's giving kerosene, kid
United States, no love, no brakes
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, black folks
Big Macs, fat folks, ecstasy capsules
Presidential scandals, everybody
colors show the glory
Of the Master Artist's plan
Built by god for those who love Him
Those who trust the great "I am"
Those who trust the great "I am"
it (stop)know you appalled dotted
But this my call by the force prophet, all profit all profit)
Harlem hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it (nope)
you off at East and the Third
Oh, oh, oh
You're a native New Yorker (New York City girl)
You should know the score by now
You're a native New Yorker
Spoken: 
Just givin' you a wake up call
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

I'm giving you a wake up call
Wake up, wake up
Just to say that I love you
And that
you giving, ain't all that good

A little southern hospitality
You'd better try to get away from me
I love money, and I just can't fake it
I go
the sound
Of my own voice
The voices in my head

I can't help it if I fall in
Love with you again I'm calling
Just to let you know
It dawned on me

Every
peace
That's obvious...obvious
There was a kid in the city selling crack to get by
Got caught one day with a gun in his hand
When a voice said, "OK,
Frankie was upstate, his Harlem girl 
Continued to spiral in her social whirl 
So I paged her from my gig on East 7th I said, 
"Hey, babe, you doin'
Will they still love ya? 
When you fall from the summer
Piling up to build your name
Will they see you on the

(Bus to the come up? pass you
love it, I can't help it
Too much death on the streets, and we dealt it
Van Ness Boys, The Hoovers, The 60s
Bounty Hunters, 8-Treys, all coolin out, gee
I helped you carry all the dead folks that we knew, but you fell in love.
You fell asleep and strait into the ground she marches on, one by one.
I
Left my fear by the side of the road
Hear You speak
Won't let go
Fall to my knees as I lift my hands to pray

Got every reason to be here again