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Sunday in the city, Sounds good to me |
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Sunday in the city |
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Sunday in Baltimore city |
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And my B-More girl looks all the more pretty |
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With her shorts on, And her shades in hand |
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And every bar gots sports on, ravens fans |
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Pack the street, First game of the season |
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We in our own world we ain't came for that reason |
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So let's take a long walk like Jill Scott |
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There's this chill spot on this hill top where we'll stop |
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Spark something up, have a laugh |
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We got, two straws and a half n half |
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And I'll be honest girl, I ain't got much money |
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But I'll spend every dime to take you out to lunch honey |
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Your picking, we can score chick and a half steak |
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This west coast living got me missing them crab cakes |
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So let's go, start drinking yo |
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And maybe later we can catch the grilled Lincoln show... |
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Please Be Cautious... Of Abraham Lincoln's feet and top hat, |
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As you enter Bill and Ted's excellent adventure telephone Booth... |
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Sunday in the city, Sounds good to me |
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Sunday in the city |
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It's just another day yo, down in sunny day go |
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Even though my money stay low |
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I still manage, to find a tall smooth beer |
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I swear all the hottest women in the world all move here |
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I can't even drive down garnet |
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Without damn near causing a car wreck |
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These girls are ridiculous |
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I think when axel rose wrote the lyrics to paradise city he pictured this |
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It's just a, sunday on the porch my crew's chill in' out |
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Listening to Zap, playing horse shoes grilling out |
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Thinking it can't get no better than this but it's bitter sweet as I reminisce... |
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Cause every time I think of that city, I think of my man Fresh |
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And wish he was still with me on the stoop |
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Watching the women walk through |
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I wish he was still living to talk to... Damn |
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Be cautious... Joan of Ark and Ghengis Khan can be quite unruly as you enter |
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Bill and Ted's excellent adventure telephone Booth... |
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Sunday in the city, Sounds good to me |
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Sunday in the city |
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Yo, and these days I'm in hollywood |
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I don't go out much on sundays although I probably should |
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I just recover from the previous night |
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Put in the EOM beat CD and write |
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I'm trying to grind harder, and focus on rapping |
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Enough bullshitting and try make something happen |
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I sit back on reflect on what I'm doing |
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When I walk around the city I can smell something brewing |
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But it fleets, I dunno is it still there? |
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Is there magic within the smog filled air? |
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And I'm a stay till I taste it |
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I'm good at one thing no way will I waste it |
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I'm faced with a choice from the voice of the Hollywood hills |
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Asking me 'Wax, do you got skill?' |
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I'm like - 'Yeah' |
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It says - 'let's hear it' |
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Sunday wondering pondering the next lyric... |
