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Paris Back In The Days

finst' to come up soon I still remember them days They was crazy but now they gone It aint nothin' like it used to be before Back in the days... 1990

Six months since the day I went away It didn't seem like that long It hit me when I was changing planes From Paris to New York I'm dreading the days

[Verse 1: Rick Ross] I'm a photographers dream Counting cream as my chain swing Mack 11 for the things that the days bring I'm after chedder deadin money

You're fabulous Fantastic Now we have all the right property [Chorus:] Fame makes a fool out of anyone Fame takes you back to the golden childhood Fame

into shrums that wanna lick lick dome Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton, Christina Aguilera might swallow my children That's three tongues brother come pull a million Girl go'n back

spinning on the turntable, spinning in the microwave A hundred and seventy six degrees, a one eighty and i flip back to look at the man who recognizes

right and I'm lovin' every minute) Most people like getting up when I'm just getting in. (I'll be back in three days like Paris's jail sentence) And

going to court with no trial Lifestyle cruising blue behind my waters No welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days are

't sleep for Bout three days maybe you see me in Haiti With Wyclef Jean and a selectino of ladies My folk got that work in like they back in the 80s See