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(feat Anca Pargel) Refren : I like the way you move U movin` all around I like the way you look when the sun goes down I like the way you move Movin
O male mandala O male mandala Male mandala! O male mandala O male mandala Male mandala! (wake up!) O male mandala O male mandala Male mandala! O male
When the sun goes down... Refren : I like the way you move U movin` all around I like the way you look when the sun goes down I like the way you
you caught in the most flyest and stylish rapture My signature next to Christopher Wallace, get it honest My first album through to him, that was my biggest project
{"Sirius" by Alan Parsons Project plays in the background.. better known to some as "Introducing your Chicago Bulls" music} [P. Diddy] Yeah can you
t try to deny me my proper juice E.cuts the records and the yellow nigger gets loose No static,just much respect Truck my Rolex when I cruise the projects A fly
watch me hop out those gates, put on my jerry on Now you can tell me that I don't get her respects I bought the candy truck right, right in the projects
ain't got the money I put your purchase on hold, Got verses for these records and that paper for the phone, Hand me mph, I ask no project... my people
is a nigga bike Eleven-hundred, twelve-hundred Models every night (yeah) Put the suede with the plush leather Leather so soft, nigga do it any weather Fly
hooked up wit some Puerto Ricans up in Jersey We use to be call laa baw and pot see Had a lot after sometin', after union city In a couple of projects
best from me, I gave 'em to you faithfully I'm flippin', now I've gotta get away Aye, so come and roll wit' a fly boy You can be my fly girl, just you
High hear me, so fly you can't near me You scared of a mirror, my theory is that, knowledge is power To every projects and every street corner, we gotta
I, ever make a record I take a check and put something away For a rainy day to make my exit But look at me now, ten years deep Since in the project, crack
play So the family stick together and we never betray We used to jump rope but now we gun hope Bustin' shots off of project roof tops Sending signals
not? You see the recipe Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my {nigga} Biggie [Keith Murray] I'm from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly
mailbox for eighty dimes He saw me stashin, like a pipe-link for mega fiends I held it down like the finger fly miraculous King Peep through the heavy
the new Fiskar, flew it through the ghetto The definition of opulence The jewels drippin', we droppin' on top and poppin' shit Who would think that this kid from the projects