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Tytuł: Shopping bags

  • Wykonawca: De La Soul
  • Wy¶wietleń: 210

  
   (We not goin to JC Penney's, we not goin to Macy's either)
  
  [Chorus: Daniel Wallace]
  Shopping bags they weigh down her arm
  Popping tags and collars her charm
  All them things she got, she got from you
  All them things she got, she got from you
  Manolo and Prada's her style
  Louis, Burberry by the pile
  All them things she got, she got from you
  All them things she got, she got from you
  
  [Posdonus]
  Yo she know you come to do it, so what'cha want
  Candelight might flick at'cha
  Put your credit card to it, she know what to flaunt
  Her handle tight like a master
  She used to taunt on the runway, yeah she's down to tree
  The avenue like her catwalk
  Struck a bit to the gunplay, that housing street
  looks to die for, ask that chalk man for yo' hand
  Spend it, you live to show
  All the cash that you can burn
  What you need is to end it, cause you give the dough
  But get no ass back in return {*HA, HA HA*}
  Stay laughin, straight at you dog
  Best believe, you wastin time
  Don't deny what's happenin, just clear the fog
  And achieve you a peace line, yo it goes like
  
  [Chorus] - 1/2
  
  [Daniel Wallace]
  She got from you, she, sh-she, she got it
  She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she got it
  
  [Dave]
  Her frame goes beyond thick, she got you stunned
  Livin it up off the pop hits
  Like a dame on a Bond flick, she's not the one
  To give it up 'til you cop shit
  Just because she's stacked right, she got your soul
  Her every wish you now obey
  You should be on that actright, but she got control
  She say jump you scream, "OKAY! I'M RELOADED!"
  Nigga you shootin blanks
  Tryin to front like you got game
  Her crib is sugar coated, like she lootin banks
  But it's your wallet she done claimed
  When the limit of your plastic, reaches the end
  You start payin for your time
  She'll be in it for the last bit, of money to spend
  {*HA, HA HA*} And you'll be left with dimes
  While she fillin up
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Daniel Wallace]
  She got from you, she, sh-she, she got it
  She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she got it
  
  {*ad libs and chickenheads to fade*}