Gang Starr

Gang Starr - The Mall lyrics

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Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X
 Make money money    GO SHOPPIN!
 Take money money    GO SHOPPIN!
 No matter what the weather  winter spring or fall
 We'll be doin it... "at the mall"

 [G Dep]
 Yo what the deal cousin  gave him a pound now we huggin
 in the mall thuggin  buggin  spent a few hundred
 Shorties must be lovin  shit  jigg to my Wallow's
 They watch like Movado so I floss like I'm lotto
 You ain't loungin, til you've been countin by the thousands
 Profilin, pushin more weight than your medallion
 We be wildin, lockin blocks down just like the Island
 Dough pilin, we keeps it in the family like Italians
 Ballin, cop some Charles Jordan and some icebergs
 Ice herbs, nice curves, girlfriend with the white fur
 Pushed up, feel her like some shots of Tequila
 Said her man's a dealer, with all these bags from Antilla
 He got to be, but you hot to me, you under lock and key?
 Laid it down properly, this cat at Stern's watchin me
 Moved on me sloppily, prepare for the fallout
 with gats to blow the wall out, clear the mall out

 Chorus

 [Shiggy Sha]
 Yo, don't be mad at me, I used to be
 King Raggedy, fiends naggin me, shit I had to breathe
 Gradually, rocked casually, Sha passed the leave
 Vaseline slick shit, green stick shit
 Honey got some mean lipstick, my knot's this thick
 And I cop the meanest shit, still ride DISCUS
 but cops frisk us, the block whispers
 Theft need to stop, how we cop
 but you can Guess like them jeans you rock
 For now I'm rollin right, cause I had four faces
 fightin four cases in ?North face? of Dolemite
 So if he's here I ace the toners out my holdin tight
 Shorty lookin innocent there, in Benetton gear
 Nuttin innocent here, this ?henneson gear?
 Give us a year, to really see clear, through these Cartiers
 And do it party yea is what I'll probably hear
 Sharkskin is what I'll probably wear, designed by Pierre, trust me
 And look lovely with it
 Cop a 4.2 and get ugly with it, snugly fitted, ruggedly hittin
 Fitted in my Coogi knitted, compliments on the doobie did it
 Got the movie rented if the crew be with it yo

 Chorus 1/2

 [Guru]
 Most times I'm casual, but easily I switch
 to some fly shit, like some silk suits by Paul Smith
 And purchase some kicks by Kenneth Cole
 Cop a Hilfiger, or Polo goose, for when it's cold
 Armani, and Gaultier specs cover my eyes
 The definition of jiggy so you best to recognize
 At the mall, I'm baggin up, much more than gear
 Victoria, be whisperin mad Secrets in my ear
 She wanted me to knock her in the back of Foot Locker
 I chuckled as she kicked more game than soccer
 Others try to copy, I see em when they mock me
 Baseball cap bent, the fresh scent is ?seemiyaka?
 All the way from Green Acre's to the Beverly Center
 heads turn, and I'm the main concern when I enter
 At Albee Square, niggaz wouldn't even dare
 with that fake thuggish ruggish when them Brooklyn kids be in there
 Saw ?newriqi L? and then a sweet for my girl
 Stylin, on the cell phone smilin, it's my world
 Can't forget the Avorex, pocket for the royalty checks
 My crew be showin loyalty, plus utmost respect
 Yo son, go pioneer them bimbos, while I get some Timbo's
 Later on that night you'll find them nymphos
 That's how it goes cause mad heads be in the mall
 Let's breeze, we got a show, plus I got another phone call
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Copyrights:

Author: Eric S. Jackson II, Trevell Coleman

Composer: ?

Publisher: Noo Trybe Records

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Moment of Truth (1998)

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