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East River Pipe

son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running to the East River, the East River And we have four people parking behind the eastern

allies, the lines are drawn This is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest Police in dead skin, I'm so East

reads and reads Boy it's them hard case city blues Cagney is the news Does the giant ring a bell? Boy it's the Hudson east river cruise It's the Empire

s toast. I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville. Baseheads hit the pipe, they can tell it's real. Kept my dope stashed with this hootchie, way down yonder in East

a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running to the East River, the East River And we have four people parking behind the eastern

s toast. I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville. Baseheads hit the pipe, they can tell it's real. Kept my dope stashed with this hootchie, way down yonder in East

the river, deep in these streets like Barry White Carry the light, married to the words I recite Keep a shorty on the side, type steady for pipe Stay

a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running to the East River, the East River And we have four people parking behind the eastern