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Yeah baby |
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You just got out here? |
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What, on Amtrack or Greyhound? |
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Oh, my name is Kool Keith, yeah |
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Anyway, be careful |
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You know, people don't care about you here |
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Everything's kind of phony and plastic |
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Gimme a call |
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Don't think twice |
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I taught pretty girls the ropes |
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I gave them money |
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When they was hungry |
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When they were starving |
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I put 'em on a spot |
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And dressed 'em up real hot |
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I was their father watchin' cops on that sunset block |
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Right in Denny's, I caught 'em cryin', countin' pennies |
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Straight off the Greyhound, you need a place to lay down? |
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Don't worry 'bout me |
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Back home, how mommy be? |
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We on our way, each girl today makes a G |
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We pay them full, the top queens stick with me |
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I'm out there cold, blank from the black hole |
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I keep scopin' 'em, national recruitin' 'em |
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Brothers get cheap, I still throw bags of loot to them |
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You ran away from home |
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To be a big star |
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(I'm out here for you) |
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You ran away from home |
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To be a big star |
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(Let me take that mind far) |
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You ran away from home |
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To be a big star |
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(I'm out here for you) |
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You ran away from home |
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To be a big star |
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(Let me take that mind far) |
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I lay back with feather brims |
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Rings in the Cadillac |
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Teach my little girls, babies, show them how to act |
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I hit the Vegas scene with models from a magazine |
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Everybody tested, no HIV, the staple's clean |
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Movin' well, my pockets grow and comes swell |
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We're on our way, the Beverly Centre shoppin' everyday |
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Platinum blondes and black girls I took from conds |
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LA Express, advertisin' shapes, all sizes |
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My Macquarie, immaculate, pumpin' every year |
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Sharp with shoes, like to dance royal blues |
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Suits from Paris by the Deleon De Marris |
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I gets mine, my best girl is a dollar sign |
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No harsh beatings and whippins, just mental power |
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I close the doors and do my preachin' for an hour |
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You out there, I'm still here |
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Who bought your new hair? |
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(Think twice) |
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You ran away from home |
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To be a big star |
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(I'm out here for you) |
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You ran away from home |
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To be a big star |
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(Let me take that mind far) |
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You ran away from home |
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To be a big star |
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(I'm out here for you) |
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You ran away from home |
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To be a big star |
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(Let me take that far) |
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I've got mattresses, and all types of beds |
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My game is too large, with stacks payin' off the feds |
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I'm overridin' that boyfriend, fake married game |
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You out here hungry, no place to stay? What's your name? |
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My rent is so high like eyebrows above your eye |
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Applications are there, and girls do apply |
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Don't cry, you need a place to go beddie-bye? |
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I'll take you there, buy you clothes everywhere |
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Fix your weave, beauty parlors give you new hair |
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Braids and action with new style like Janet Jackson |
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You be smilin' with cheeks out, showin' satisfaction |
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Upscale limits, with foxes on the front scrimmage |
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LAPD under tables, wanna work with me |
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From New York City, the operation's lookin' pretty |
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Run with models from Italy, just hit the lotto |
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Asian girl, mixed with black, with a Jheri curl |
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You ran away from home |
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To be a big star |
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(I'm out here for you) |
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You ran away from home |
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To be a big star |
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(Let me take that mind far) |
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You ran away from home |
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To be a big star |
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(I'm out here for you) |
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You ran away from home |
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To be a big star |
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(Let me take that mind far) |
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You ran away from home |
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To be a big star |
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(I'm out here for you) |
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As the stars twinkle |
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You look |
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At the city |
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Of lost angels |
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Out here |
