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J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League In the foreign or the old school (Old school) Sippin' champagne or malt liquor (Liquor) Playing by our own rules Surrounded by Cinderella in them glass slippers Serve us the soul food with the caviar (Caviar) I know you know who we are (Who we are) Certified street superstar (Superstar) Yeah Brand new CLS with my C.L.S. Cute little scumbag, when she undress Always keep my dick hard like Cialis (Blood bitch) Active red-rag, call her PMS Hood, platinum, I be, legendary emcee Smoke tree, 115 in CDC Seen a bucked-naked nigga on PCP Whip six cops, homies said he "3 OG" Shit I'm cool, Coolio, groupies at the studio Gangsters paradise, smoking doobies making movie dough Yo, yo, su-su-sudio Real earthy sister burning sage & patchouli bro Told her press the 'fro, invest in some lipstick (Haha) Hey, I'm Americanized, I'm a dipshit And I flip shit like juggling turds SongtexteI roll with God-body, felons, muggles & nerds Insider or outcast, we just crumblin' herb The judge break you off a piece like hor d'oeuvre My silver fur on the curb, watch and observe You cowards criticize in a blurb from Ivory Towers Drinkin' the golden showers, ugh In the foreign or the old school (Old school) Sippin' champagne or malt liquor (Liquor) Playing by our own rules Surrounded by Cinderella in them glass slippers Serve us the soul food with the caviar (Caviar) I know you know who we are (Who we are) Certified street superstar (Superstar) 1520 Sedgwick Avenue, the South Bronx Got South central in the south of France Croissant & poisson, like Jesus multiplied it Don't hide it, divide it, Fish & Chip - we reunited Break bread with me Life hacks, talk Ted with me Scratch a lotto in the alley Don't be scared Ricky Sawed-off gauge to back, I spit like that Foamin' at the mouth like draft on tap I commit the black-on-black, I gets down No match, Soulja Boy, Chris Brown And shawty said the beat was like molly Then sniffed half a gram off a Salvador Dali I said, "Goddamn!" Shit, ain't no more "Illuminati" The name always changes to the uninitiated My heart pump the blood of Abraham and Sarah Black man in the mirror be the Black Pantera The cap Carolina, New Era Welcome to the Terror Dome, carats like he went to Jared I'll chop your arm off, you wear your heart on your sleeve See, they begged me to come, security asked me to leave Fuck outta here In the foreign or the old school (Old school) Sippin' champagne or malt liquor (Liquor) Playing by our own rules Surrounded by Cinderella in them glass slippers Serve us the soul food with the caviar (Caviar) I know you know who we are (Who we are) Certified street superstar (Superstar) Certified street superstar Aus Songtexte Mania