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Gift Of Gab The Up

not right, man. I guess the street life had other plans, but I'm gonna see you in a minute doe. Sincerely, Uncle Tim, Gift of Gab, Supreme Lyrical. [

for your head, it's gonna erupt, I'm blowing up And popping this, it's cool I be the judge and jury With the Johnny Cochran savvy, plus I hit the cabby green up

2] Findin' out my way somehow Heard those sounds up in the sky Tryin' to find a way up out/about Darkness will not be my guide [Gift of Gab] It's been

[Gift of Gab] Check it out... Gift of Gab... Fourth Dimensional Rocketships, Goin' Up To the ink on the paper from the top of the brain Ghetto youth

feelin right We outside, We outside (Hey, Hey, Hey) I wake up, throw on some clothes and out the door I won't be back My shinin' sun horizon settin up

not right, man. I guess the street life had other plans, but I'm gonna see you in a minute doe. Sincerely, Uncle Tim, Gift of Gab, Supreme Lyrical. [

The parking lot look like these niggaz like to ride too They didn't win but I must admit they tried to Look like we talked up, when we walked up And when

no no) I don't want To make love to you As we waited at the bus stop she wanted a cab But I made her see sense with the gift of the gab A cab?

beaver hats And Ben Davis slacks 30 packs of Strohs 30 pack of hoes No rogaine in the propane flow The chosen one I'm the living proof With the gift of gab