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Translation: The Alan Parson Project. The Gold Bug.
're get,get,gettin' real stupid As the beat hits your body get ill!!! You ain't dumb you paid dollars to party go off!! The girl you're dancin' with has got great hips bug
Versace pants, cocky bow-legged stance A thing of beauty, watch me, body crazy Tits Firm like Nature, Foxy, Nas and AZ Truly reason to bug the toolie
days of snatchin' Lee patches Stitching my name in my Kangols so my outfit matches So we mashed out Wave Street, partied on Broad Enter the 36 Chambers and swung swords Bug
the hater like my name Vince Carter They lookin' at me crazy 'coz I bounce around the club And I keep clappin' my hands like I'm tryin' to kill a bug
drunk as a motherfucka I'm gonna stand up and protest protest, my nerves is bad And say I gave a wedding ring to a plastic bag Feel it bug the size
Beside, I ain't got no five, you gold-digger You wanna suga-daddy, go get you an old nigga I got money, I'm just here to bug you girl Can't get none,
gets down when I want him to get down I put the heights in the crown I wrote the dead sea scrolls, I'm "strictly business" I made erick and parrish go gold
with a bottle of rose Keep singin' and we invoice a Tanqueray Blue eyez, toned legs and smells sweet She wet Hennessy crazy about our hiiiiit (Wooooo!) Bottles gold
my flow Producer, rapper, CEO (uh-huh) Sometimes I just sit down and think Might have a long drink, rock my long minks How you gonna hold me, you don't even know me (uh-uh) Platinum or gold
the wrath of my madness Cost of living getting higher 'Cause them to rhyme our way Queen Latifah getting higher 'Cause her to rhyme our way Some MC's have gold
mother fuckin' dick He lays down his rules and reads you your rights In that funny lookin' car with the little blinkin' lights I drive a Volkswagon Bug
and gold teeth, so everywhere I go bitches strike up conversations with me. About the way I talk, about the way I dress, About how my gold teeth look
may think I'm fooling For the foolish things I do You may wonder how come I love you When you get on my nerves like you do Well baby, you know you bug
, wait for a drought an' then I make a flood Try to take my cake, you gon' take a slug But you can take my information, if you takin' drugs 'Cause I could sell Raid to a bug
