Rae Dawn

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I can't understand it V the beat bandit
 who bring heat from the mic unhanded
 who ever go after burn their hands and lips
 a lot of rappers ran and abandon they whips
 It's just another day in the Dunia
 don't leave your girl around V he might swoon her
 up and under the window serenade her like a crooner
 stay ahead of the game and cut her off sooner rather later
 Use her to gather data
 scoop her in the butter soft moon roof Navigator
 or the Land or the Lex or the Benz
 a hundred and sixteenth buy the hours from the africans
 But they won't let you push 'em
 one tried to get fly, almost had to mush him
 If I wanted to rob him, I would've worn a mask
 hit him with the fo', took the dough and tore ass
 Want not, waste not, front not
 they didn't see him dippin to the fiftycent blunt spot
 V walk the town with space boots space suits
 fucked up cut but she still say his face cute
 Told the streets, what you staring at?
 the sewer cap opened up and said: WHY YOU WEARING THAT?
 He said "Oh you wanna snap, pissface,
 the way you in everybody's business is a disgrace"
 At the park gate "Hark who goes there?"
 It's V the MC who's nasty as nosehair
 you may go he said you should've been say so
 tipped him in cash and Argentinian pesos
 There you go, my good man
 buy something nice for the seed
 and please keep it moving twice the speed
 consider that your fair warning
 or else I'll bring it to you express like airborne
 Vaughn, drop a turd on the beat
 and shoutout that little bird for the word on the street
 he write VIK in a sick demented handstyle
 and go bombin with a chick who whip a rented van while
 all he say is you nuts
 he really had enough of poo puts and crewcuts
 Soup's on and I got a coupon
 chinese restaurant asking for the Grey Poupon
 he said "No, duck sauce soy sauce
 And this ain't no Burger King so you no get no toy boss"
 Uh oh it's beer o'clock, I think I'm sober
 how about we think this over, over a can of king cobra
 you ain't nicer than a lunatic schiester
 aka the vicster, or the vic miceter
 he wondered should he get a baldie
 or keep his edge up, v-shaped like by my waldy
 But that is the question, he wonders why he always
 wearing hats in the sessions
 listen up, new drink
 named it after Chong's daughter
 triple shot of 'gac, with the chaser of bong water
 V a strong supporter
 a triple shot of 'gac, with the chaser of bong water
 come on bring the slaughter
 

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Duration
03:00
Key
9
Tempo
98 BPM

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