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I'm in the kitchen politickin' with my guys as such We ain't tryna discuss politics we're high as fuck Now I know what they say, out of sight out of mind but the party is poppin' and the house is mine I don't know who he is but I would rather hear the sound of the Ginuwine Track that he just turned down Now either he's got his sip on or he ain't heard kick on, but crooky put him out in a flash like a Nikon, gone It really shouldn’t be that hard But it’s starting to take fifty guitars To drown out the calls of ‘Not in my backyard’ You chose to move here, now you running round town Complaining bout the noise, getting venues shut down Now everybody needs their peace, and a good nights sleep But how’d you think it might be, when you signed a lease Across the street, from a bar open five nights a week Now the whole city suffers just cos you’re past your peak You don’t get it In a city where the blood suckers ain’t only the mosquitoes The wolves rock sheeps clothes, the big merino If the night scene is a jungle I am the Leo We only out here every fucking night what do we know? Knock down the star build a school on top a Casino They tried to lock us out of the Cross, we cut a key though We move it to the living room, but keep it on the d-low And send that boy Barry your finest bottle of Vino From Letras Mania