Lyrics:
His & Hers
Written By Silk the Shocker And Howie T
Produce By Young Bugatti
1st verse
Homie told me that every girl
out there's out for the dough
will always be this way
Paint the lines in gray
So, I think about nearly nothing else, still I'm on my own
Staying in ain't chic when you've got no home
Caught on the train
Amuse myself and eavesdrop on those japanese girls Party-planning
Chic and lovely broken english
She smiles at me and mouths that
a eyes pop
I'm da beak wid da chic fead’er'd crown
Music by Ted Blackbourn, Lyrics by Don Macrae
In Hollywood they have a different language that they speak
It's spoken by those folks who went to school for just one week
It's found inside
Speak on it man
Verse 1-Fat Joe
This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas
for all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the leiters
Se ti va passa qui
Così non pensi a niente
I miei amici han poco di chic
Uno fuma e l'altro vende
Sogni densi come lean
Lean
Quanto costa essere
He made his money in Vegas
When he thought it was chic
When he could win
Back then the movers and shakers
Made a million a week
Big tits from reno
human again
Only human again
Poised and polished and gleaming with charm
I'll be courting again
Chic and sporting again
Which should cause
by, ever so chic
no-one suspects such a beautiful girl
she's a mistress of disguise
Seven Orchids, one for each day
The evidence is plain to see
evil
a manual
Step by step booklet for you to keep
Your man in place
And out the next girls' face
Rule number 1
Never give a dude money
Girl don't be
How chic
You're such a sneak
Sneaky hides up on the roof when the sheriff man drives by
She hides behind the bushes beneath a roasted diamond sky
Her
cLL FcLLS
So late, nowhere to go
Vertebrates in pleasure domes
cll thieved, all fleeced
Trick shoes, flat earth chic
Smile — don't ruin
chics
Truth to be said
I fuck it up
Won't pass again
My diamond duchess In a bed of roses
I close my eyes You're still by my side
It took my time,
(Le freak, c'est chic.) Freak out!
ch, freak out! (Le freak, c'est chic.) Freak out!
Have you heard about the new dance craze?
Listen to us, I'm sure
Speaking of your cannibal books
I've been trying to pick apart and digest
How I have all the time to kill for your cool, baby
Everything's a blur by
Look, I can help you
Tumble through the galaxy
Somersaulting backwards into vacuous finality
Shabby chic
Overnight a fireball from magic camp
Inspired by
Fewer few we was chosen by few
Few that chose us chose us last
Pain old and the money new
Been coming last ain't none new
Fewer few we was chosen
Hey you guys
Hey you guys
Chic-a chic-a dobe dobe dobe dobe
All the children went to heaven
Won't be back 'til ten after eleven
Are you ready
the ruggedest thing as far as chics go
Watch nigga grow away faster than a pit bull
I tell them all they ain't got nothing for 'em
Platinum and album with no
directed by Berkoff
I never stress on a chic chasing the bags with my tunes like looney
Girls in my dm coz I'm six foot four and I ball like Bobby Cousy
rolling by I
Walk like a model, talk like a model
Walk like a model, talk like a model
Gives me a sense of confidence
Having this much fun with my
Running through the club got em all turning up like
Yaa Yaa
Ice cream drip I must be lit like
Yaa Yaa
Foreign chic with the foreign whip like
Yaa Yaa
It's not that chics fault.
It's ya mans fault
She gonna do what she wants baby what you thought
If he your man than he wouldn't have been cheaters
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