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Slick Rick - Bond lyrics
Yeah, boy! Check it out Slick, ya know what I'm sayin? No complaining I reached my destination and its raining I'm in Columbia, the Bond steps off the plane and I hear a hollar from a bro with ring around the collar Its chief of police, grease Bond, tell me to follow Treated me to everything, no taxin, maxin Gives me a hotel suite for me to relax in Seems everyone was in my silk drawers A cloud does it have to bug me a daffy nerve Jumpin out the closet, word up, dead nigga Said |
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