Lyrics:
Yeah, my bitch she too bad, yeah, yeah, she's too fine
Yeah, I got Rick my jacket huh yeah this bitch too fine
Yeah, I ain't fake nigga, yeah, yeah, but
nights while I be layin' in a mattress
'Fore I pass out, lemme take in all that magic
All that magic, oh yeah
Off my back, I get lit
Got the club locked
do his thing 'cause I pack right
I got 44 ways to make you act right
And its a shame how the game must be played
It was told never fold by
just by day to day living
But the comic tragic magic is I'm not dead yet
I'm not full submerged, I still got some life in me yet
For my mummy, mummy,
'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
And mothers with their babes
twenty-seven summers
Rolls-Royce Brigade just 'cause it go with the moment
Pac saw the chain, got his medallion, I won't
Insinuate imitation 'cause I copied
be round by midnight
Pickin' me up, and telling me tales of magic
She is pleasin' for reason.
Try to remember just where you are
Try to remember
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
lifetime peace
Set a hoe straight one time; get the DDT
Y’all know I’m living for the Lort
My peace be still
Uncle got the diamond-studded piece of steal
She is searching for some form of salvation
In the corner of a bar down the street,
But the gin controls whole conversations
And plays magic
us
Listennn
Yuh, I got money too
Bris', I be comin' thru
Ca$h-Money, money bags (yes!) got me livin' comfortable (Yeah!)
Still hood, still real
supposed to mean ricks
No
What did you do
No
What did you do
I go double or nothing before I go broke
It's like I dreamed of dreams still seems there's
my position
Technician, renditions more freaky than Rick James
Fly like airplanes thru all it remain the same
My cuts like Freddy Krueger
Dont need
like a magic
trick turned by a chick with a bad habit
Opportunity to move I grab it
Me and my moms have static, now I wreak Hennesey and havoc
I feel like
Rick Fox, Rick James, Rick Ross
Need a big block, big chain, big boss
Niggas tried to crucify me got me criss crossed
Ass backwards
I dip
Rick's candle lit caffee
Hiding in the shadows from the spots
A rockin moonlight in your arms
Making magic at the movies in my old Chevrolet
Ho a kiss is
was explodin'
But these are The Breaks from
The king Kurtis Blow
And giving us The Message
Is Grandmaster Flash, the Fearless Four
But still they said
still 'noid
So the crib got clear doors
Burning planes in my Air Force
And all I can see is clear ports
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any
the fucking line
Yuh, still alive, yeah we getting by
Not just that we fucking thrive
Come and try us, imagine what all that cash could buy us
I might have
the Codeine I pour
Yeah my pockets so big yeah they fat yeah they bold
And I still got green hundreds them bitches so old
Yes I got blue hundreds that's just
have a gun
Or get done by the worst
Of our trumps for fun pump pump!
Flex, flex, flex flex flex, flex flex
Flex, flex flex flex, flex flex
Oh duck,
feel the wheels rumbling through the floor.
And the sons of Pullman porters, And the sons of engineers,
Ride their fathers' magic carpet made
at Halloween
Be nice and get nice things
It's Christmas
It's Christmas
Magic's in the air
It's Christmas
It's Christmas
Snowflake's in your hair
By new year,
Darlin', there's a thing or two, I want to take the time to say
Every moment here with you, puts heaven in my day
I'm mystified by the smile that
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