Lyrics:
Who do you want to be?
I close my eyes and see Sydney
London and New York City
And the friends I've had
They're all coming back to me
I close my eyes
thought it
Made an album over 100,000 people bought it
Thank you
[chorus]
[verse 3]
To all the youngers cotchin on the staires in the flats
With
the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book
of this comin' (nah, nah, nah)
Takin' flights, I've been tourin' the country (uh-huh)
Check the schedule, I'm goin' to London (I'm gone)
Always knew I
And, oh no, it's not violent when under the Christmas tree there's a look-alike gun
But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One
By
the Landlord album, Giggs'
Fire, all-round fire
Hold tight Giggs, the real vibe supplier
London's changed a bit, but I can still hit the booth
Start spraying
see
Wonder where I'm going
Where I've been
Maybe up to london to see the queen
Isn't it funny how we've been
Over so many ways in a life machine
Keep
And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London but we didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was
Now since our breakup
I'm wandering round and round, nowhere to go
I'm lonely in London, London, is lovely so
I cross the streets without fear
Everybody keeps the way
Have you noticed, I've never been impressed
By your friends from New York and London
I'll level accusations like the press
Till you realize that
couldn't sneak a plastic pellet gun
Through customs over in London
And last week I seen this Schwarzenegger movie
Where he's shootin' all sorts of these
oh man!
Let me back up in this bitch
I'm platinum in this bitch, I'm rapping in this bitch
Running the game, yeah I've been lappin' in this bitch
And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London but we didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was
Now since our breakup
man!
Let me back up in this bitch
I'm platinum in this bitch, I'm rapping in this bitch
Running the game, yeah I've been lappin' in this bitch
You know
Originally recorded by KISS off the album Dressed To Kill, 1975
You show us everything you've got
You keep on dancin and the room gets hot
You
they took you to
Now I had a lot of fun in those black Chuck Taylors
A finer shoe has never been worn
I can see where I've been in the color fadin'
but I've seen a lot of niggas die
Richmond, California the town of the homicide
got me caught up in a shuffle
sellin crack to my people,
...oh, hey! What! Dave, is that you? Yeah? What day is it? Saturday. Saturday? What do you mean, I've been
in here a week? I have? I don't
gone by
I always will be proud of every tear I've ever cried
And all of the old jokes we told around the candle light
To all those tender damsels who had
Winehouse
First stepped on the scene
Slandered by the media
The famous London queen
Oh my god, I miss the 2000s
When Britney shaved her hair and sold albums
Now I've been hip hop in its tip-top form
Since N.W.A. was blarin' through my car windows
Leaning on the horn, screamin', "Fuck the police" like cop
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well I've heard my name a few times in your phone book
(Hello,
memory
In a tear that I will leave behind me
Cause I'm as real as I wanna be
Taken from "real as I wanna be"-album leaflet by sunny
thing
Pullin your strings, makin you feel like you in a dream
It's the king of the Hip-Hop Quotables, givin you multiples
just by the tone of my voice in
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