Fine baby, Fine
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Rich baby, interesting
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Bass!
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Ooh White, White
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Ooh White
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I¡¯m gonna say a few rhymes about white lines
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¡®Cause every time you get high you mess with your mind
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So the very next time you wanna taste
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You can get a little hit of this suicide
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(Ooh White Lines) Vision dreams of passion
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(Blowin¡¯ through my mind) and all the while I think of you
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(High Fry) a very strange reaction
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(For us to unwind) the more I see, the more I do
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(Something like a phenomenon) Baby!
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(Tellin your body to come along, but white lines blow away)
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(Blow! Rock it! Blow!)
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Ticket to ride, white line highway
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Tell all your friends, they can go my way
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Pay your toll, sell your soul
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Pound for pound costs more than gold
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The longer you stay, the more you pay
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My white lines go a long way
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Either up your nose or through your vein
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With nothin to gain except killin¡¯ your brain
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(Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock!)
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(Blow!)
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(Ahhh) Higher, baby
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(Ahhh) Get higher, baby!
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(Ahhh) Get higher, baby!
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And don't ever come down! (Freebase!)
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Rang dang diggedy dang di-dang
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Rang dang diggedy dang di-dang
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Rang dang diggedy dang di-dang
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Diggedy dang di-dang diggedy dang di-dang
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(Pipeline) pure as the driven snow
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(Connected to my mind) and now I'm havin¡¯ fun, baby!
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(High fry) it's getting kinda low
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(Cause it makes you feel so nice) I need some one-on-one, baby!
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(Don't let it blow your mind away) Baby!
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(And go into your little hideaway ¡®cause white lines blow away)
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(Blow! Rock it! Blow!)
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A million magic crystals, painted pure and white
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A multi-million dollars almost overnight
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Twice as sweet as sugar, twice as bitter as salt
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And if you get hooked, baby, it's nobody else's fault, so don't do it!
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(Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock!)
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Raah! (Blow!)
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(Ahhh) Higher, baby
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(Ahhh) Get higher, baby!
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(Ahhh) Get higher, baby!
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And don't ever come down! (Freebase!)
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(Don¡¯t you get too high) don¡¯t you get too high baby!
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(Turns you on) you really turn me on and on
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(When you gonna come down) my temperature is risin¡¯
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(When the thrill is gone) no, I don¡¯t want you to go
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A street kid gets arrested, gonna do some time
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He got out three years from now just to commit more crime
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A businessman is caught with 24 kilos
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He¡¯s out on bail and out of jail
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And that¡¯s the way it goes
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Raah!
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(Kane! Sugar! Kane! Sugar! Kane!)
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Athletes rejected, governors corrected
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Gangsters, thugs and smugglers are thoroughly respected
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The money gets divided
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The women get excited
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Now I¡¯m broke and it¡¯s no joke
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It¡¯s hard as hell to fight it, don¡¯t buy it!
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(Freeze! Haha ha ha! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock!)
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Raah! (Blow!)
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(Ahhh) Get higher, baby
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(Ahhh) Get higher, girl!
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(Ahhh) Get higher, baby!
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C¡¯mon!
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Raah!
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(White Lines) Vision dreams of passion
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(Blowin¡¯ through my mind) and all the while I think of you
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(High Fry) a very strange reaction
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(For us to unwind) the more I see, the more I do
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(Something like a phenomenon) Baby!
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(Tellin your body to come along, but white lines blow away)
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Little Jack Horner sitting on the corner
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With no shoes and clothes
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This aint funny, but he took his money
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And sniffed it up his nose
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(Hey man, you wanna cop some blow?)
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(Sure, what you got, dust, flakes or rocks?)
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(I got China White, Mother of Pearl, Ivory Flake, What you need?)
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(Well yeah, Well let me check it out man, just let me get a freeze)
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(Go ahead man, stuff I got should kill ya!)
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(Yeah man th-that¡¯s that¡¯s raw, wuh)
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White Lines (Don't Don't Do It) (U.S 12" Street Mix)
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Grandmaster Flash |