TAJAI:
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Yo, the jam was fly
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Oh my, now it's over
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my batch of pals cut so Tajai must catch a taxicab
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dag nab
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Why'd they leave me?
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stuck in the late night alley
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I'm, not so hype that everyone should be sweatin'
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yet nobody's smilin'
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plus crews are pilin'
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starin'
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thinkin' what they'd look like wearin'
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my gear
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a sigh when the yellow cab neared
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it sped up, 'cause dreds made him think I'd vic him
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now I gotta dodge thugs like I'm playin' chicken
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an englishman, an irishman, 5 or 10 caucasians passed me
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in their taxis
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oh no such luck
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I'm gonna get bucked
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for my apparel
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as I seen a black guage barrel
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just then a fat cab came to my rescue
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damn I'm glad black men drive them cabs too
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OPIO:
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it seems nowadays cab rides are rather pricely
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especially when the driver goes for self
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in spite of the directions that are given
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they are driven
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to cruise backstreets
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that treats
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them to a pricely fair, exactly
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what happened to myself when I chose to call a taxi
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it pulled up to the curb and I hopped into the backseat
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gave him the destination, said he'd never heard of the place
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and I'd have to tell him as we went along, and then placed it in drive
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when I said make a left he made a right
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alright
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I get it, you wanna make some slight
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detours
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so you can be sure
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that you get yours
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and when I turn my head you up the bill a little more
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I told the cabbie to stop, he didn't think I watched it
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fake reached into my pocket
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and then jetted like I was Rocket
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Ishmael
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his tail light was broken
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as a token
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of appreciation, he started chasin' but I smoked him
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PHESTO:
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What? you can't escape me
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mop head
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drop dead, deceased
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say your final summons if I catch ya
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bet ya
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regret ya
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ever ditched me
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drivin'
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connivin'
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guys been
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robbin' me lately
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he went up Lake St.
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but I'm followin'
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swallowin'
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up steps
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he ran to the left, I made a left and crashed
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into a rose bush
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my nose crushed
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on impact
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but yo, I'll get him back
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A-PLUS:
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Ha, I didn't have enough for a car, what a bummer
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I had to get a job drivin' taxis last summer
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all the other drivers knew that my car was spectacula'
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'cause I had a tight, very bright yellow Acura
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pilin' in 9 or 10 skins at a time, G
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funny how the honeys with the money always find me
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payin' their green to see what color my house is
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feelin' like Del 'cause they would sleep on my couches
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I'd charge senior citizens extra, 'cause they never mention
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I'd take all the money from they pension
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and I'd drive a blind man around for a while
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even if he only had to travel just a mile
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with a smile
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and don't let your dog off the leash
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'cause if he stepped then I would have to squash the beast
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and if you didn't have the right change, don't even ask me
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or else I woulda' ran ya ass down wit' my taxi
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Cab Fare
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