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Like Magellan we was over by my man catchin' paper. |
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Frankie on the cubes. And fisty on the sabre i |
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was on the mix mad drinkin that is when i found all |
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these locals all up in my biz. See i had to do some |
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splainin cause the language they was playin wasn't |
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NewYorkese. Or for that spanglish even. I walked up |
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to the man with the largest of hands, cold briefed |
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him on the plan, turned around and sang... |
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I'm a city boy. Baby |
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Don't you ever try to play me |
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Sometimes i act real crazy. |
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But i'm a city boy. Baby |
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You know they always like a story down on flatbush ave i remembered when i listened and we stole what we had. If America's a tit then New York is the nipple. So suck on this and you may learn a little... The golden rule's for fools or for men who are righteous so piay the cards you're |
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dealt. And maybe you might just slide on by with no damage to your pride. |
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Go let ignorance be your guide. |
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I'm a city boy. Baby. |
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Don't you ever try to play me. |
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Sometimes i act real crazy. |
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But i'm a city boy. Baby |