Riding in my Thunderbird on the freeway I turned on my radio 2 hear some music play I got a silly rapper talking silly shit instead And the only good
So U found me Good, I'm glad This is Prince The cool of cools Some of U may not know this But some of U may know Some of U may not want 2 know We r here
Does anybody know you're here? This house of ill-repute (Ooohh honey I'm scared of u) Tryin' 2 deal with all your fears I guess this is what u get 4
Ha, ha, ha, ha ha If your body needs water Keep on dancing cuz u oughta Keep the blood flowing down 2 your feet Brother Lois should be around in a minute
So fair she looked tonight, The brightest star appeals to your sex. Before we do anything, Let me just talk 2 U. When 2 R in love They whisper secrets
, Perignon, Antoine, bourgeois I'm bad without the big fancy cars And the Louis Vuitton to the Yves St. Laurent The higher echelon and the body guards Not like Prince
women I am a one woman's man Cash money prince blow the trumpet man They say they want the drugs to stop But I am a major step back when my album drop
m a vet Bet that, 300 carats the average up on the neck, black Paid the cost, be the boss, Black Caesar floss Weekends at the Venetian, pull up in that black
you live around clowns I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first I thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called to So there it is I'ma prince
take what I want So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun) You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun) [Verse 1] My, first album had no famous
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you I'ma take what I want So you tried to front, hope ya (Got yourself a gun) You ain't real, hope ya (Got yourself a gun) My first album had no famous
you tried to front, hope ya ("got yourself a gun") You ain't real, hope ya ("got yourself a gun") [verse 1] My first album had no
put on hold or fucking stopped Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City Niggaz with masks on, vests and all black
come around And y'all been trying to figure me out for years Trying to reduplicate me, but they can't, so they hate me While white boys rub the heads of black
ran, I'm the black Saddam No wonder these bad bitches wanna hang On a n-ggas ass like the bitches on my J's Riches on sag, and my fitted on lane Another album