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Band What A Town

And what do I see? All the young girls dreaming, old ones scheming Call girls calling after me What a town what a town what a town

photos Police escorts, everybody passports This the life that everybody ask for This a fast life, we are on a crash course What you think I rap for, to push a

a eye on my eye in a crowded club I tried to stare the girl down, but she didn't budge She moved through the crowd in a straight line The closer she

You walk in here with your guitar man Your shiny boots and your full on band A smile on your face, a knife in your hand Singing songs you gotta memorize

a beat, now I can feel it my feet now Listen, here it comes again There's a band out on the highway They're high steppin' into town It's a rainbow full

on the shore I see the big chief standing on the shore I ask my mama what they're crying for I saw a black cloud hanging in the sky I saw a big black

Queen That pulled her man away (Robbie & Richard:) The last of November Leaves on the ground It's hard to remember What city, what town (what town)

click, just pulled a lick Now what you really wanna know about the gangsta shit [Slimm Calhoun] Back on the scence, a sack of green sitting on crome and rubber bands

, boy Well, what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock n' roll band? 'Cause in sleepy London town There's just no place for a street fighting man