Lyrics:
Oh you like to talk
Yeah you like to talk
To talk, too sweet
Too sweet
Weh you gone to, don’t kon me
Yeah yeah
You talk to nice I see
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
it's warmer but New York is used to that already
Manhattan built the cemetaries where the blacks is buried
I take the Staten Ferry I walk to Broadway
God knows I know no better
Easy to say that I can talk
I can talk
You know more than you think you know
Your DNA is pulsed by stars
Reveal
that dial
I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile
My name's Mike D and I'm the ladie's choice
I want to get next to you like Rose Royce
Y'all
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Talk about the crimes in Sun City
Let's get down to the real nitty gritty
And talk about the crimes in Sun City
A city of diamond, a city of gold
A city
promise i will never ever leave you lonely
I need you every minutes stay by me cos you taste like honey
Uuh surely i really want to know For real you are
plays
Oh yeah, what's happening?
Raised by the church in Manhattan
To be perfect you need practice
Yeah he the captain
Yeah you a captive
Call him Stalli
talk to me
Let's stop playing games, don't turn away from me
Just look me straight in the eyes
Don't try to sweet-talk me
With those nasty words you
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
And she falls so softly
Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
And she falls so softly
Hey, hey hey i got a condo in Manhattan
Baby girl, what's hatnin'?
You and your ass invited
So gon' and get to clappin'
So pop it for a player pop,
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Walk with me when it happens
We be
Wildin'! yeah
She talk to me like a bad bitch
Top in that Z we puffin' cabbage
Shift down, we be brappin'
Ashy
a fling, thing, thing, thing
Oh your talk be so, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
I know what this is
I'm just your dime a dozen, and that's okay
Woah
See you
by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what you
by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what you
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