the isles of Shaolin For all them faggot ass Rusty ticket-head bitches too Shump shump baby Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef Yo back in the days, baggin
down Go LL, go LL, go LL Ni-ni-nigga-nigga-ni-ni-ni-ninja I rap the boss is back the only man You should call when the party's packed From Paris to
took the stove to my hand Hot temperature, he told me the players' version The ego in submersion for the end of week excursion Until I'm back, back on
of freak In the Penthouse suite and rendezvous to meet I guess we goin' 'Deep Cover', you still got the hunger For the Chocolate Boy Wonder, back to the 'Days
like a cat 'Cause the toes got sucked on she don't know how to act Back in the days I am 237, used to rumble Kevin Backing hoes was like heaven Eleven
a king from some forgotten war And mindful of his larval craze, the rhino tropic micro-gaze Ignored it and to my amazement rode to Paris in twelve days
here Among the elite? Here comes a prince There goes a Jew. This one's a queer But what can you do? Paris at my feet Paris in the dust And here's me breaking
in those Parisienne days. Looking back at the photographs. Those summer days spent outside corner cafes. Oh, I could write you paragraphs, about my old Parisienne days
ganska ballt så där också Javisst är det det Here comes rubie jamie Some people long for berlin and barcelona They yearn for paris
little town of Bethlehem We raise our glass, you bet your ass to La vie boheme La vie boheme La vie boheme La vie boheme La vie boheme To days of inspiration
the valley. She got me knowin that Im goin back to Cali. I got a proposition. Cause girl you got me trippin. Lets make a crazy video like you was Paris
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Make it clear like a south beach water Lie a few millies like my neighbourhood carter Bahamas, Jamaica, Me and u can go there, California to Euston Me and you can go there Paris back
drunk and got down with Tha Liks But before I put it down all I need is a fix Now bust a nut, I rhymes aways on different days And everybody wonder how
Six months since the day I went away It didn't seem like that long It hit me when I was changing planes From Paris to New York I'm dreading the days
Alone again in Paris Travel drained I write to you You've been on my mind Cold days, long nights A rooftop in Berlin I call Confess the state I'm in
hadn't heard anything from you It's been seven days without a word I have to keep you and Paris on my mind I have to keep you and Paris on my mind I
put up with all our noise And it's nice of them Oh, Paris keeps the upstairs bright Kafka ran away last night We hope he comes back He's our dog, yes