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I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures
I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures
I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures
Yeah, I Momma, Miss Ivana
Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana
Stick you for your cream and your riches
Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches
Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer
I follow in the E-Class with the goggles

96 models, Bad Click on the stroll
Tell 'em how we roll, cruise control
Nuttin' make a woman feel betta
than Berrettas and Amarettas, butta leathers and mad cheddaz
Chillin' in a Benz with my ami-gos
Tryin' to stick a nigga for his pe-sos
If you say so's, then I'm the same chick
That you wanna get with, lick up in my twat
Gotta hit the spot, if not don't test the poom poom
Nanny nanny, punanny donny, hey
No time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures
I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures
How you like it baby? Uhh, from the front
Uhh, from the back, give that ass a smack
Bet your man won't do it like that
Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little
Let me grab your ta-ta's, do the cha-cha
Make you scream Pa-pa, you da best, Da Da
Now watch mama, go up and down dick to jaw crazy
Uhh! Say my name baby
Before you nut, I'ma dribble down your butt cheeks
Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little
I'm drinkin' babies, then I cracks for the Mercedes
Act shady, and feel my three-eighty
Or the raven, oohwee I see
Your girl ain't a freak like me or Adina
Huh, can't fade the rhinoceros of rap
Lil' Kim pussy how preposterous is that?
No time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures
I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures
Uhh, right back at cha, the one Cleopatra
Diggin' in your stash
Niggaz think they gonna get some ass, no money, money
No licky licky, fuck the dicky dicky
And the quickie, gimme your loot, your Mac-11 then shoot
Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps
Shouldn't compete, if you can't wet it, forget it
Don't sweat it, I bet it'd
Make ya cum smooth if you let it
Huh, you can't stop a bitch from ballin'
Ha-ha to la-la to drive-by's they be callin
And you ain't know while you be kickin that old shit, we makin' hits
Platinum and gold shit
I stay draped in diamonds and pearls
Beside every man is a Bad Girl
That's right, nine-six Bad Boy c'mon
No time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures
I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures
I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures
I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures
I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures
I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures
I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures
I got no time for fake niggaz
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz
From East to West coast spread love niggaz
And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures

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Paul Quinichette - american jazz tenor-saxophonist, born May 17, 1916 - Denver, Colorado, died May 25, 1983 - New York City

Many men tried, but Paul Quinichette was the most successful at emulating the style of Lester Young. (Young called him “Lady Q”, a term not exactly meant at as a compliment.) With a nice smoky tone, Quinichette worked with many great musicians, and played on some of the earliest tribute albums. If he is somewhat forgotten today, it may because the tenor style he followed is currently out of favor. That fact does not lessen his music, some of which is remarkable.

Paul Quinichette grew up in Denver and started young with the saxophone, and attended Tennessee State College as a music major. Beginning on alto and clarinet, he switched to tenor as he began to get work with R&B bands. He toured with Jay McShann for two years (1942-44), and then did similar stints with Louis Jordan and Henry “Red” Allen. He moved to New York around 1946.

His big break came in 1953, when he was hired by Count Basie … to play solos in the style of Lester Young. He played this role exceptionally, to the point of copying Young’s mannerisms. It earned him a contract with Emarcy Records, a series of fine albums (including one with Lester himself) and a certain level of fame, albeit minor. Three of his recordings were directly on a Basie theme as; “For Basie,” “Basie Reunion,” and “Like Basie.”

When he wasn’t “playing Lester”, Quinichette had an agreeably gruff tone, which served him well on his ’57 effort “Cattin’ with Quinichette and Coltrane.” Though this is considered his best effort, sadly, this disc would be among his last; as hard-bop became the dominant style, Quinichette found it increasingly difficult to ply his trade.

He left jazz entirely in the late Fifties, working in New York as an electrical contractor. In 1977 he attempted a comeback, producing a few more albums; and spent some time playing with pianist Jay McShann. But poor health forced him to retire again, and he died in 1983. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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