Lyrics:
Playing by the rules
The gods may throw the dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
The winner takes it all
drunk
From the bronx, settin, lettin it all out
No doubt, toast your coast
Reppin the east, west, north, south
Now it's all about the terror squad, ghetto
rice, ham, beverage, pastrami
Yo it was comedy -- The B.A.N.
Back on the bust take the musk to the next city
And snoring by Frank Nitty
I'ma tell you I
you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York, New York, New York
Day: 3
Big bro told me "Go and make a move for it"
Big bro told me "Go and make a move for it"
Big bro told me "Go and make a-"
Ahh, Huh, Yeah
Big
It's because I want attention when I'm ridin' by
And the girls be on my jock cos my system's fly
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride
Guess it's just the big city blues
Someday I'll find me the dream that I'm after
I'll know her with only a glance
She'll make me smile
And she'll
Been most everywhere by now
Cities grand and small
Some are near and dear to me
Some i can’t recall london is a fun town
Paris has its charms
But
gonna flood you Big River.
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die.
I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota).
And it tore me up every time I
the pain in life,
dream about the sun you queen of rain
In that big house there are fifty beds
and one of them leads to your soul.
It's a bed
Umm, that's if we can find out how "Hunky Dory" is spelt
This next one, the lineup remains the same
But it's gonna be recorded as a single by Arnold
What's the world burn while the rich stay afloat
Got a yacht for their crimes but they say it's not a joke
Hypocrisy's a drug and they all overdose
gonna flood you Big River.
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die.
I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota).
And it tore me up every time I
gonna flood you Big River.
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die.
I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota).
And it tore me up every time I
the world in my hand
Never gonna be as big as Jesus
Never gonna build a promised land
but that's, that's all right, it's ok with me
Never gonna be,
move but the money
Uh, strugglin', jugglin', got it to the black man
Eatin' the scams like I was motherfuckin' Pac-Man
Cops step off, you know
My little dish in that panhandle
Lights up like a Roman Candle
When I reach that west Texas town
Ah, sing it Dean
From Big Spring all the way
want that bitch no more, you fucking with a that
Shorty want a rider
Bag by my side, with a bag right beside her
Shorty want a rider
Bag by my side,
the power
Of the world and all it brings
But it won't feel the same
It won't feel the same
I'd live in a great big tower
In a world of luxury
But it won't
Shake a leg, it's the big rush,
Can't find a taxi can't find a bus.
Bodies jammed in the underground
Evacuating London town.
Nowhere to put your
twenty-four like Kobe
I bet this m9 make him Hokey Pokey!
They look at the rollie like holy moly
How you don't want no beef but you full of baloney
And I got
got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw
And I'm the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw
With the yippedy zippedy Winnie
going to be freak of the week
She's a disco lovin' mama, at the disco's where you'll find her
She's a big freak, tell by the company she keeps
She's
It's easy to see far away
But right up close it's just a blurry haze
Flyin' by from day to day.
Who's gonna dry your cryin' eyes?
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