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White Girls

Killa, lemme tell you 'bout my wifey real quick

Had her wifed up that's what's in and shit ya dig

Tell you 'bout itYo, she took me out my stinkin' aces to the pinkest bracelet

Basics to basics, no way you could think I'm racist

Got a white, girl, tell you that she's quite thorough

Borough to borough, flew me through this white worldFrom Columbia then she moved to Canada

Now she live in Harlem, writing, you could say I manage her

Met her in '90, Jayvel was the damager

I wasn't understanding her, everyone was a friend of herThat was confusing her, he was abusing her

That wasn't new to her, bought me a luger brah'

Of course, of course, never had intercourse

Of course, of course, without her wouldn't have been a bossI would flip for my mama, got me getting my commas

Paid for my 1st va-ca, a trip to Bahamas

Swam in the ocean, I was dishin' pirannas

That's my girl girl, yup so give her some honorPoppa had a dream

Poppa had a dream

Poppa had a dream

Oh, yes he didMy pride and joy, called her butter

When she bake a cake, I told her we be lovers

She live with me right, I hide her from my mother

See she wouldn't understand I'm supplyin' the gutta, noI let my baby hang outside with the brothers

Come back, cake on the bed, the size of the covers

Shot 5 with a sucka, another 5 with a trucker

Took a hit without paying, get a dime for my butterThat's my holy ma-momma, second only to 'ganja

But I did watch her, played Tony Montana

Here's a queelo, yep, she'll be back

For them peso's, yep, she'll be crackRocks so bright, money so right

I got 7 workers, she's snow white

And you know the steez, I met the ocean breeze

Killa Cam hand to hand with cocoa leafsAnd it's, it's them boys, we get dough

Ask a fiend 'cause they know

And don't be shy, where to lie? Yessiry

We get high fa'sho, dipset, let's ridePoppa had a dream

Poppa had a dream

(Killa)

Poppa had a dream

Oh, yes he didMcGoo said, "That the bird's the word

But the fur Byrd gang flip bird's on curbs"

And, it's ya, homey thunny, I got a pony dummy

Phoney's clone me, calm down, I'm only moneyLike Prince Akee, you the servant semi

Living Martin's dream as I burn a hemi

Not concerned with many, got my girl here

When it come to money, shit, I'm burning plentyAnd poppa had a dream

Poppa had a dream

Poppa had a dream

Oh, yes he didPoppa had a dream

Poppa had a dream

Poppa had a dream

Oh, yes he didAnd it's, it's them boys, we get dough

Ask a fiend 'cause they know

And and don't be shy, where to lie? Yessiry

We get high fa'sho, dipset, let's ride

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