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The taxi driver thought I was insane, Brown girl from the Bronx showed me her home, We went there by subway train She took me there time and time again Love was our sweet
music up and the headphones Yeah, that's perfect You got to take your time make a **** wait on this mother**** You make **** mad and **** like **** usually start rappin' after 4-bars
man and ride out Hey, you better relax and ride out Okay? Just relax and ride out I could take that shit all day But if I only had sixteen more bars
't seen all the shit I seen Them girls, send them to Essence cause they sixteen I'm comin through a couple bars to pimp them nipplezeens In Southern
from the north side of Queens Now you looking at me like what does that mean It means I crush you and every coward in between For sounding like girls with them sweet sixteens
keep the crowds movin I hope he's neva truant Do I hafta say that I'm betta than yall When your album can't compare to my sixteen bars Yall got me confused
it's good to see you back in a bar band, baby I said it's great to see you're still in the bars She said it's good to see you back in a bar band, baby
throw you boys rocks Diamonds and jewels, a holiday, pros that fuck in schools I'm a tank, I stop panthers, take down stanzas Sixteen bars, keep the
Rita was sixteen years, hazel eyes and chestnut hair She made the Woolworth counter shine And Eddie was a sweet romancer and a darn good dancer They'd
Sense, Common's tellin ya Picture a king with heater, holy book and big rings Real nigga doin big things interpreting dreams Off the Jim Bean, ain't shit sweet for sixteens
your town, then you run semi Bluck papa, the doggin' top shotta In love with fame or the stardom Oh, now what's the remedy on all ties Spit sixteen bars
on the streets of paradise Invoke in the streets, indecision Yeah, yeah, yeah, white heat in fashion She'll take you home, she'll take you where you wanna get back to You're sweet sixteen
I'm a blond bombshell and I wear it well You're momma says you go straight to hell I'm sweet sixteen and a rebel queen I look real hot in my tight blue
stop panthers, take down stanzas Sixteen bars, keep the car running Broads stunting, feed yaself, kill yaself, take the pill Punks jump up to get beat down New York the sweet
more pies than sweet potatoes Violators, big dogs respect the line Niggas act, I'ma tear em' up in the club like Shyne [Remy Martin] Y'all know if I spill sixteen
as a kite Today her name is pretty, but she ain't a pretty sight Same old stilletos and dodgy looking fellows Same old whistles Same old hellos Bars Scars Scars Bars
Rita was sixteen years, hazel eyes and chestnut hair She made the Woolworth counter shine And Eddie was a sweet romancer and a darn good dancer And they
