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that I can’t recall
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Oh talk to me
Just talk to me
A mood on a board
And a miss on a trust
Is a trade on a tramp and a sheer

A mood on a board
And a miss on a trust
Is a trade on a tramp and a sheer on a path
To a land where we both have no choice
But to tell one another
That

Prostitute

Goldy

In the Land of Funk

1994

tense
They fucked me good, but broke me for my last cents
I was a lemon treatin' tramps like women
Never understood the reason why I couldn't go in em

just hit the fan
Hey baby, why you moving past me?
I miss when you mix drugs with being classy, this bitch sound like a tramp
Hey baby, can we smoke

Ain't Nothing Like Pimpin'

Too Short

Cocktails

1995

in Vegas
Legalize pimpin for all the playa's
Puttin fine ass bitches in the streets and the hood
Every year a nigga trade for a new Fleetwood
You

order to work it's going to need us to trade spit and spaces, so move a little closer and let's trade faces

Voila! For my next one called third leg in

Fighting

Goodie Mob

Soul Food

1995

Gas station, pacin' back down memory lane
Feelin' strange can't explain, so bare wit me please
Thru this green light I sees
That tramp that gave me

Dr. Knox:
Cold stiffs may fetch five sovereigns
Warmer bodies a few schilling more
Trade in death to make a living
Ghastly currency of gore
Your

Ghetto We Love

Poor Righteous Teachers

Black Business

1993

say, I got it, I'll give it
But praise for the days when I used to be tramp
And had to freeload of my Earth's food stamps
Til I stopped, paused, start

It's All the Same

The Click

Money & Muscle

2001

super bad, say, say

Check the pass man, foot on the gas man
I wrap em' up in cashmere and trade em' for cash man
You dig, my sick face down

isbarred
Barista
One large soy latte
Double shot
Double the strength
Half the weaknesses
Owe it all to them
The Brazillian coffee trade slaves
Rest in peace

the wasters of space
But then you might have made an exception or two for yourself
Oh, wait-a-wait-a-wait-wait a minute here
You trade in tall tales, fibs,

Slaying transplants with tramp
Stamps don’t call her
Knickerbocker roster trade the Caesar
Now a Rasta
Any form or weapon against me nah prosper
Always

to pause so you can sit and stare
And you don't to work in America
They'll take good care of you
You can marry a terror, crash an aircraft carrier

Or trade

evil trades

D               F#m
Now… the running is through… 
          G              A
The devil you bought… wants his due
Now… There’s no escape

you can sit and stare
And you don't have to work in America they take good care of ya
You can marry a terrier and crash an aircraft carrier

Or trade

the mind of a champ
Don't do it for no hoes, boy you can keep the tramps
Defense on overload, they all in mini camp

I just dove over flows with that

in cashmere and trade em' for cash man
You dig, my sick face down on the side of my hip
I'm seventeen deep with heat so don't trip

I sip malt liquor