Lyrics:
Hey, I’m calling you back.
Oh, she’s been a bitch tonight!
And by bitch I mean this rain
No cabs, nowhere.
So I had to put on the wig,
cupcakes and puts on her jumper
Explains that she'll be late to a worrying mother,
She meets me in Piccadilly.
A begging folk singer stands tall by
Um uh um uh here we go now
[Hook: x 2]
It's because I'm all on my own, now
You can leave him out hear alone, now
Ya'll need to really watch
respect the game
I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane
And Islam, masters and shakras? and beyond
Think about the hustle and somehow I see by
But
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon?
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure
By golly,
and a broken air fryer
No more frozen meals or rice
When I'm a rich girl, I'll take a cab everywhere that I go
Surge pricing won't bother me, no, no, no, no
ct eleven twelve, getting on the floor
2cM we hop in a cab to yours
By the time we're there baby I'm in love
2cM we hop in a cab to yours
By the time
at the door
At eleven twelve, getting on the floor
2AM we hop in a cab to yours
By the time weu0027re there baby Iu0027m in love
2AM we hop in a cab to yours
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
flooded with cabs and limousines
Where the fuck is Jay-Z
(God damn traffic is getting on my nerve)
(I see your face by the curb)
Goddamn dog I been
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
insane, I'd jump a train
I'd take a plane, I'd land in spain
I'd take a cab up to her path
What was
[Chorus]
Whatever it takes
Said whatever it
in peace E Money Bags, no more cabs, got caught with the ratchet in the stash
Lawyer want cash, my ba'y bro blast burners at cats who got jail
They
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon?
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure
By golly,
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
names and make fun of you
(Ho) But me the Lyte
I'm into speakin the truth
Like a watchtower, hour by the hour
Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin
Milk keeps
by the hour
Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin
Milk keeps the beat (I keep the beat)
With the tap of his feet (With the tap of my feet)
When he count it
number
The rumors was so numerous
For sticking by me I had to give you two thumbs up
And that's why
[Chorus: x2]
It's the end of the night
I want to know you
Get the phone, call a cab, and take you home, yeah
I think there's something you should know
I'll
dry out here
Request permission to put The Mission in action
Affirmative Black Sheep Five that's a green light
You can set it when you're ready
My mission, my mission
My mission, my mission
0161 Latest Edition
My mission, my mission
My mission, my mission
Produced by Michael Tibby
This beat
me up some millions
Tryna run 'em up times ten
Where should I begin?
If I start right here, nah, that won't tell enough
They can't get enough
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon?
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure
By golly,
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