not what we like Inside's where it lies don't think you know me from outside Labels are just cliques that misinterpret our lives Know me for who I really am I'm over those Cliques
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s not what we like Inside's where it lies don't think you know me from outside Labels are just cliques that misinterpret our lives Know me for who I really am I'm over those Cliques
guettais tes bip-bip sur tout Toutes les antennes, les telegrammes Et quoi que tu fasses avec les femmes Je m'en fous et je m'aime T'as pris tes cliques
Try this: Out on the board the old shearer stands Grasping his shears in his long bony hands Fixed is his gaze on a bare-bellied "joe" Glory if he
[ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh] I am patient, waiting on you to get dressed girl[yeah], I'm gonna sit here, while you put your face on, playin with your
I am patiently awaitin' on you to get dressed girl, yeah I'm gonna sit here while you put your face on Playin? with your makeup, oh Damn you look so
Click, click, click, flash (You, you, you beautiful, baby) Click, click, click, flash (You, you, you beautiful, baby) I know you probably think a girl
Twenty-seven times I paint the city in lights, now I changed my mind I was living fast, now I'm running on empty And I feel, yeah, I feel You're gonna
the treasurer Bandanas on our face from wilding out like some cowboys Hoe, we need the keys and I'm talking like, now boy! We be just another crazy clique
Yeah, yo, check it Turn me up a little bit on the mic I flip shit for gang bang niggaz I talk shit for insane niggaz I got a clip for you strange niggaz
I'm in the clique, I'm in the clique I'm really slick, I know every trick And I can get a chick, 'cause I'm in the clique I'm in the clique, I'm in
On those Saturdays, when kids go out and play, yo I was up in my room I let the stereo blaze, wasn't faded, not jaded, just a kid with a pad and pen
A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor now I feed on my drum 'til I'm dead Yesterday fever, tomorrow St. Peter I'll feed on my drum until then
(Jan Ince / Phil Palmer) Business and pleasure Keeping you up, Hunting for treasure You can't dig enough, Growing but losing Staying up late, All the
Verse: Cockni o' dire Chorus: Killa rhyme klik keeps the function live Heads treat my lovely on the 1, 2, 5 I might socialize if I dip and dive 'cause
It's a One shot magazine , give it a spin Open your mouth slide the barrel in If you don't like it just don't do it again Itchy finger, finger, trigger
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go Out here get my propers, don't ya know? I'm livin' kind of comfortable, large mail and all, yeah And a jealous motherfucker