Lyrics:
yourself
They're just gonna have to wait
Well, I got the fever down in my pockets
The Persian drunkard, he follows me
Yes, I can take him to your house
Persian rugs, the cashmere
Chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs
Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a million like
He's got ninety-five white Persian monkeys
(He's got the monkeys, let's see the monkeys)
And to view them he charges no fee
(He's generous, so
They're just gonna have to wait
Well, I got the fever down in my pockets
The Persian drunkard, he follows me
Yes, I can take him to your house but I
In return dear I'm begging you
For the pleasures of love
I'll bring gifts, like you never saw
Priceless garments that you'll adore
Persian rugs
Now?
Now!
Persian night, babe
See the light, babe
Save us
Jesus
Save us!
So when the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When
at Prince Ali!
He's got ninety-five white Persian monkeys
(He's got the monkeys, let's see the monkeys)
And to view them he charges no fee
(He's generous, so
here's a pen, call me 'round ten (ten)
Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right)
Come up to your job, hit you while you workin' (uh)
Now?
Now!
Persian night, babe
See the light, babe
Save us
Jesus
Save us!
So when the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When
of a monkey in Persian robes, playing the cymbals
This item, discovered in the vaults of the theatre, still in working order
Showing here
May I start
this nigga, it's easy (uh-huh)
Girlfriend, here's a pen, call me 'round ten (ten)
Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right)
Come up
And no wonder: you're all the world to me.
You're Lake Como when dawn is aglow,
You're Sun Valley right after a snow.
A museum, a Persian palace,
was I? Yeah, run out of town, blew the fuck up
D-Rock went home and Jay got stuck the fuck up
Hit 'em twice, caught 'em right for the Persian white
Searching down her ancestry in the costume of a Persian child
And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon
Show me the horizon where
looking for a fight
Silhouette looks like a furry Persian rat
When you see him coming mama, you'd better run
Because Jasper C. Debussy that's his kind
to the city sight
A young love took my soul away
Peering eyes and Persian skies, removed my eyes
And took them right away, took them all away
Just like
I lost
nights, out in Malibu
Surfin, be layin up on Persians
Here's my number; put in ya purse and call me
[Chorus: Barrington Levy]
On the telephone, she
the way she twitch, ah, ah, ah
I'm a laborer of love in my Persian gloves, ah, ah, ah
Well, she's faster than most
And she lives on the coast, ah,
Persian
Ooh, go get this bitch a new Presi', cool
I charge my card I don't feel it, she outta lane, she healin'
Now she on a plane, she chillin' and she
the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane call me the cat with the rat
I'm swervin' but I'm in back of the back
I'm Persian, man, I got hoes from Iraq
I'm
silky body on my Persian rug
While we be sippin' cocoa from the same ol' mug
And readin' fortune cookie from the Chinese grub (that's right)
And listen
of a monkey in Persian robes playing the cymbals
This item discovered in the vaults of the theatre
Still in working order, ladies and gentlemen
Showing
it, made it, I thought I was jaded
Persian, Malaysian, super sensation
Yah, sushi was raw when she got confiscated
No invitations, we showed up
on a dead monkey's hand
Jesus wept, he felt abandoned
You're spellbound, baby, there's no doubting that
Did you ever see a stare like a Persian cat?
The same
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