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Golden Shoulders

's shoop Roll up to her crib with some Bartles & James Hop off the bus with the Alize Now hold up player, whatchu diggity-doing here? I should diggity

, you fancy, huh? Nail done, hair done Everything did Nails done, hair done Everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? Well, aren't you a breath of fresh air? From all these superficial gold

be layin' down in bed alone I could teach you how to speak my language, Rosetta Stone I swear this life is like the sweetest thing I've ever known Got the gold

want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin' malt liquor, drivin' a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold

off [P. Did] In case you ain't knowin niggas we on a roll now [Busta Rhymes] Diddy, like we done stumbled on a pot of gold now (Come On) Food spillin

of Willy Wonka You can be the king, but watch the queen conquer Okay, first thing's first: I'll eat your brains Then I'mma start rocking gold teeth

with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck

too And who decides what's right to hear? You? Hey, PMRC, you stupid fucking assholes The sticker on the record is what makes 'em sell gold Can't you

't no thang I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this Blow your dome, I hit quick as a pugilist Ugh, ah, what's up? Now your eyes swoll' Thought I went soft, 'cause my records went gold