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Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to act Eight
where we sellin' rock Africa Bambata home of the hip-hop Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back For foreigners it ain't for they act like they
personal, they're in love with their own guile They're like illegal aliens trying to make a buck They're driving gypsy cabs but they're thinking like
personal, they're in love with their own guile They're like illegal aliens trying to make a buck They're driving gypsy cabs but they're thinking like
aliens trying to make a buck They're driving gypsy cabs but they're thinking like a truck The trouble with personalities is The trouble with
aliens trying to make a buck They're driving gypsy cabs but they're thinking like a truck The trouble with personalities is The trouble with
On the avenue, there ain't never a curfew, ladies work so hard Such a melting pot, on the corner selling rock, preachers pray to God Hail a gypsy cab, takes me
On the avenue, there ain't never a curfew, ladies work so hard Such a melting pot, on the corner selling rock, preachers pray to God Hail a gypsy cab, takes me
takin' gypsy cabs and chasin' 50 bags They be laced with shitty swag and it really get me mad The way we saluting flags, wrapping them around our heads
a gypsy-cab, takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge Some will sleep tonight with a hunger far more than an empty fridge I'm gonna make it by any
Buyer, my supplier was a Gypsy cab driver That's when I realized I need to find a new hustle Living in the jungle the guitar became my muscle I strive
The teachers got operations make em insecure Gypsy cabs I flag Donnas DC slam that ass take a detour Affiliates with my predominately black landscape Hop
a gram or give 'em slabs, trips wit tans in gypsy cabs(out of town) I be badder than Krueger, speeding rapid confuse ya Keys back in from Cuba, Tea
Decent factory air and am-fm dreams And the piss yellow gypsy cabs Stacked up in the taxi zones waitin' like Pinball machines To be ticking off
And his eyes are stars that shine on me And I smell the ocean in the dawn And the bitter times have come and gone In a gypsy cab On the Brooklyn Bridge
a gypsy cab to heaven or hell Time will tell
bit tipsy, leans in for a kiss, She's stealin' your heart just like a gypsy And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin' in her eyes Here's
She's a little bit tipsy Leans in for a kiss, she's stealin' your heart just like a gypsy And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin' in her
Rivers - taxi cabs for flowing life forms and emulsions Rivers - taxi cabs for flowing garbage to the oceans The seagull and all it's mates They come
They're putting up the chairs too close, she let me settle up my tab I tore the button off your coat as you jumped up to hail us a cab We can get
Couldn't even catch a cab Sittin' in the pad Thinkin' I was bad Like a chav I was savvy Had the gab I was shabby, never had the swag GAP jacket turned
clearly rock shit, I blast sonics, abolish nonsense, content is cosmic Jazz, Hip Hop, Gypsy, get tipsy, you know I got this Spit grind, rhythm & rhyme, shoe
