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My Kung Fu

UTD

Urban Thermo-Dynamics

1999

and ma duke
How much I love the both of you
I know all the strain we been through
But it's of no consequence cause we're comin through

[ VERSE 1: Mos Def

I'm with a MILF as juicy Diana Ross
Blowing kush, eyes lazy, you know the boss
I'm so zombie, bitch get off me
Addicted to the game in my lane I'm

you know
I make them hoes holla
No Saint Laurent
But you know a nigga
Been a boss
Fuck the cost
Bitch I’m from the D
I was made to floss
Diana Ross

aiming at your throat
Yea my fam know that we like locked in like we living in a moat
Damn
Feel like Diana Ross
Put my people first we gone all be on
Hell

Some Things You Never Get Used To

Diana Ross & the Supremes

Motown Chartbusters, Vol. 2

1997

Some Things You Never Get Used To
Diana Ross and the Supremes
Written and produced by Nickolas Ashford/Valerie Simpson) 

Charted for 7 weeks in

Knock your paws off sync
Left you flat like a soft drink
Got more styles than Diana Ross swing
Zone like Rick James when he smoke crack
You and Charli

before you lose your heart
Everytime it's broken a piece gets lost
You heal it by playing Diana Ross
Then it's back to hoeing like Santa Claus
How do we

so they futures aborted
No financial literacy so your funds get deported
Doing a lot so the chopper stay posted by the door and
You treat her like

just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I state "You know what you do

to cut us off
That blood diamond
That's what it cost.
If I colonized then I'd be the boss
Diana Ross see we got the sauce uh
Boy we ain't nothing to play

don't wanna go dollar for dollar (Ball)
You don't wanna go bottle for bottle
(You don't wan' do it)
You don't wanna go bitch for bitch (Huh?)
'Cause all I

my pockets Rick Ross
Flipping never stops, uh
Win by any means
I ain't tryna take a loss
Out here for the p's
I been tryna make a lot
All i know is all

into buying us alcohol
Lighting up trees like we were waiting on Santa Claus
At sunrise - chewin' on fungi  lookin' all bug-eyed - like Diana Ross
I went

This that big boy shit
Big boy talk
You know i mean business By the way a nigger walk
This that big boy shit
Big boy talk
Dead spody every time

the triggers they hurtin our feelins no wonder its sin
You take all the glory
We tellin you stories
It's mandatory for us to begin
Who can I trust
Niggas done

"Khabie Kushi Kabhie Gham"
Yeah, and I just moved on
Old soul I don't wanna hear new songs
Diana Ross or Luther Vandross
I'm a two step boss when I get

trying to shine
The truth right there in ya face, but you can’t read the sign (stackz)
I do this shit By the Book
Mobb Deep, they shook
The Lights out like

I'll bike and I'll golf
One drunk night
I almost fucked Diana Ross
While you niggas dream of millions
I get gummed at the Wimbledon
By Serena Williams
In

impressed
Yes, it's destiny

Then by and by
You and I will be we
What a great duet,
You wait and see
Though you don't agree

You wanna bet,
You'll hold

bitch Diana Ross
Don't talk back, bitch, I'm a boss
Don't speak to me, talk to my Glock
Vetements my sweatsuit
Margiela trench coat
You know why I left

like Diana Ross,
And I be dripping in sauce,
All these bitches is some frauds,
I be busy stacking chips cause being broke ain't in the cards

We gon

that will slice, slice dope still like prosciutto
Rocked to sleep by a Geisha doll straight from Tokyo
I'm the ghetto Diana Ross, he's the hood Billy

coming out Diana Ross
Move out the way
Here to show you thing
Training day
Denzel – King Kong ain’t got nothing on me
 
Nobody can step to this
If they

you say

Yo
Rolls royce dreaming
Dollar signs all on my mind I stay scheming
Game just dripping, we keeping them all fiending
Nothing feel better than