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letra de paradise of his game - e money the prince

at the crib taking a shower
if you could be me for an hour
music for chicks who like it simple
and there were two bad people
closed his eyes as he sang every note
hot blowed i’m releasin down yo throat
cause s-x on the beach give me sandy drawers
ever had that feelin where ya by yourself but not alone
i’ma strength in your condition to get a dogg a bone
when she p-ss all the other girls hate it
you up in here looking like the models in the window
f-ckin with my click that’s what you get
go get it and come back get that white as snow
to the ‘tel to the ’tel we go
see i’m here now ear to ear now
don’t get ’em girls roll doe
for the people out there who just don’t know
i met milenko, he gave me 3 wishes
i hit the ground with two holes in my clothes
you thought a 808 was an area code
wearing short and sandles when it’s cold out
this ain’t livin i’ve got to find a higher road
they gon feel this one no doubt
my soldiers fold origami mode feeling no route
got my spanish mommy rollin somethin
got her stunna shades on lookin like sumthin
no taking chances plastic surgeon carved my old face and
and gonna be the first latin emcees goin’ diamond
i’m not ya homeboy i’m not ya kinfolk
the politics of pushin potent potion
you always have others who want some action
see what we lacks a sense of comp-ssion
laws peeping me trying to get nine
walkin around talkin bout the spade like a peon
not me or you and that’s a snafu
shipped off to america all through the caribbean
whatever earned, thinking of the most high earned
i’m tryna get that really foul
this business ain’t about music’s a lesson that i’ve learned
and when its night time i night owl
blast you wit your style mastered it so foul
i’m not a player let the loving be right
i’m not a player let the loving be right
and f-ck toasters i don’t need to cook my bread
p-ss-es like you end up on all fours with no drawers
well would you like to give us a little insight
cause i decide to be
bustin’ freestyles b-mpin’ off of every beat
my squad gotta eat, baby mother gotta eat
the difference of right and wrong
he said the road is paved but long
wanna holla at me you gotta drop off that cheese
i like to spend 50 and ball in da mall
cop and squeeze especially if ya watch on freeze
drug music is a certified crime rank for cheese
call me a goody two-shoes, who’s in the right shoes be
big thangs big thangs, big thangs big thangs baby
make rap records matter of fact thanks peace
back in the days there were rappers that weren’t nice
good girl with a lil’ bit of freak in her
playa haters yeah we know who you are
i wipe my eyes clear and rise above this
there’s no peace when the beast is us
ya’ll betta pray
everybody want the same thing one day
cuz everything’s controlled and not written in the text
hatin’ on the individual handle mr. bones
so reflect on the text check out what’s next
fifth dimensional shift and didn’t you know
now, you’re a weakling, overwhelmed with hormones
the incredible, and it just don’t stop
i told you non-stop
down for the pimpin the b-tches

to the fact that i’m packed with swiftness
i’m doin sit ups, we stay like healthy
taking all you bunk punks wid the quickness
just because you wash your hands you still filthy
i beat it up, no love ma, your p-ssy’s not worthy
straight up and down, ain’t no comparing me see
got this girl round my way thats a trick
so i started usin it, and it worked
flavor flav baby, from 1998 to 2000 y’knahmsayin
on a weekend p-ss but i still come sick
and in bed knowin no other culture can compete

- e money the prince

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