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Pimpin' since I was born on dem Dublin streets, thuggin' it up, yea, listenin'to the beats,
And those Stompy motherfuckers, yea you know who you are!
Stompin on my homies you boys took it too far,
Smokin fat blunts with my pops, til he stops, walks over to the window and listens to the bops,
Fat chorus before us , whole hoods singin, I wanna hear you sing it!

Come out ya Black and Tans, yea you shady lookin bustahs, 
Fight me like a man, yea I think its time to discuss this,
Lyin to yo shorty, how you got dat gold in Flanders?
Not speakin to yo shorty,  feedin' her some slander,
Tellin her how the Eye, Or, Aye, Didnt make you run away
Got the fuck outta Killa Shandra, full bitch on display
 
Get yo bitch ass over here, yea Tan Boy, yea you a man boy? 
We gonna listen to the kill joy, tellin' us how he tried to destroy,
Charlie Parnell, but I dont hear no sneers, dont hear no  jeers,
When you iced our 19 16 homies, best watch yo' rear,
And if you Black and Tan bitches ever reappear, then just let my homies hear

Come out ya Black and Tans, yea you shady lookin bustahs, 
Fight me like a man, yea I think its time to discuss this,
Lyin to yo shorty, how you got dat gold in Flanders?
Not speakin to yo shorty,  feedin' her some slander,
Tellin her how the Eye, Or, Aye, Didnt make you run away
Got the fuck outta Killa Shandra, full bitch on display

You finna bout to tell us now, how in Arabia, maybe ya, 
Slew a few brothers, rockin' spears and bows,
Tell us how you was a bitch, yea , trigger itch, gunnin' them boys down,
Sixteen pound gun, yea you killin' for that dirty crown.
Black and Tan bustahs' yea you need not frown, as you hear the crowd, 

Come out ya Black and Tans, yea you shady lookin bustahs, 
Fight me like a man, yea I think its time to discuss this,
Lyin to yo shorty, how you got dat gold in Flanders?
Not speakin to yo shorty,  feedin' her some slander,
Tellin her how the Eye, Or, Aye, Didnt make you run away
Got the fuck outta Killa Shandra, full bitch on display

Bitch best believe the clock is ticking, yea you bitches outta Time,
Your days are lookin' numbered, yea, victory sure is sublime,
And if you want to step on up, then listen up, we bout to tell our pups,
Little homies scream "GODSPEED!" and lift a cup
Funkin' on this tune, whole room, "MY HOMIES LET ME HEAR IT!",

Come out ya Black and Tans, yea you shady lookin bustahs, 
Fight me like a man, yea I think its time to discuss this,
Lyin to yo shorty, how you got dat gold in Flanders?
Not speakin to yo shorty,  feedin' her some slander,
Tellin her how the Eye, Or, Aye, Didnt make you run away
Got the fuck outta Killa Shandra, full bitch on display

The Chieftones - Blak & Tanz

Sit down baby girl, why don't you take a seat?
Its time I got some info, its time our minds done meet,
You're beautiful, thoughtful, fun and  kind,
But its time to come clean, about whats on my mind....

Now I've been lovin' on you, for a couple weeks,
Things be gettin' serious, It;s companionship I seeks,
Before we reach them stairs, before we take that next step,
There's an answer to a question, I need to get

[Prechorus]
Girl you know, Im up to the task
There's just one question, I need to ask....
 
[Chorus]
Where you put your toaster Girl?
On the counter, or in the press?
When its Marching Season Baby?
Is  it Orange, or Green on that dress?
Whats your family history sweetheart?
Were they prospering, or oppressed?

Im Just Asking Questions, Baby I'm just shedding some light,
On any future disappointments, You know I'm not looking to fight,
But I need to pick right Baby, Don't wanna draw me that short straw,
Cos depending on that answer, its either marriage or CHUCKY-OUR-LAW!

[Chorus]
Where you put your toaster Girl?
On the counter, or in the press?
When its Marching Season Baby?
Is  it Orange, or Green on that dress?
Whats your family history sweetheart?
Were they prospering, or oppressed?

When were at the family table, doing homework with our son
When you're teaching him math, will 26 plus 6 equal one? 
Babe these are the questions, that haunt me every day,
Either red hands or bobby sands, Girl you need to say

[Chorus]
Where you put your toaster Girl?
On the counter, or in the press?
When its Marching Season Baby?
Is  it Orange, or Green on that dress?
Whats your family history sweetheart?
Were they prospering, or oppressed?


[Outro]
Tell the truth bout that toaster woman!
Please don't tell a single lie!
Is it Martin Luther you're into?
Or is the Pope your kinda guy?
Wheres that toaster girl?
Wheres that toaster girl?

The Notorious H.I.G.

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