[Isaac Hayes]
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When the sun goes down and the moon comes up
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You can see a lot of things if you look deep enough
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It's all around
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[Guru]
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The city skyline, in the nighttime, be the right time, to ball out
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(Yeah) Who's the real pimp, gangster hustler, you call out
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Is it him, is it him or is it, Dukes over there?
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Real recognizes real, so yo, no one cares
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The chief executive mack, in so deep you can't imagine
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I've seen the beatdowns, the gunfights, plus the paddywagon
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See daddy with his pants saggin, pushin whips that's too fly
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Switchin up to a suit and tie, ladies say he's too cute to lie
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(Forget about it) And none of my girls, wanna, talk to you
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Plus, none of my boys, gotta, talk to you
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Cause when you see me, they'll be somewhere in the cut
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And you can't be me, so nip that weak talk in the butt
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The party's crowded, and everyone, is showin love
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Whassup, what's the deal, how's things holdin up?
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(Whassup young blood?)
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The smooth dude, that moves through, with the utmost precision
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Truly a wiseguy, seein life with my night vision
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[Isaac Hayes]
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See that young blood, comin down the street
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Don't be hypnotized by the stride of his feet..
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Pickpockets.. streetwalkers.. number runners.. hustlers
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[Guru]
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Lots of ladies, wanna, check me out
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And lots of haters, wanna, X me out
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I got more style than Gucci, Louis or Prada
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Drop more jewels on you, than your uncle or father
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Once this envious kid, was temptin me kid
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to stoop down to his level and cold empty his wig
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He was mad cause his girl wanted up in my world (hahahaha)
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I looked the other way, and she was still, stuck in my world
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Aiyyo; baby wants to run with me, come with me, have fun with me
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I be the man when I'm dipped, or in a t-shirt, and dungarees
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I overheard her man, that was screamin in her ear
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while I nodded to my peeps, who was schemin in the rear
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If he's gon' flip, he's gonna, find out quick
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That I stroll with a click, and we roll mad thick
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He shook my hand and laughed it off, that was his best decision
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We keep it tight aight? Hangin out, with that night vision
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[Isaac Hayes]
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I bust into this night club
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I can see you perpetraters
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Passin out your BID'ness cards
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Wearin your knockoff gators
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Pimps.. heartbreakers.. dumb-ass Johns..
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You got to make a decision, to go witcha instincts
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and rely on your night vision
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Night Vision (featuring Isaac Hayes)
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| Guru |
