JOE paces uneasily in his white tie and tails, as a Palm Court QUARTET begins playing tango music. Lights up on the LITTLE ORCHESTRA, tucked in under
We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah) So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh) I'm touching keys like pianos to
piano loops over Arms wave, eyes roll back and jaws fall open I see in soft focus Chattin' to this bloke in the toilets Dizzy new heights blinded by the lights
If you'll step inside this great glass elevator It'll take us up above the city lights To where the planet curves away to the equator I want to show you
HBO Sopranos niggas get played like pianos, dirty rotten scandal inner city plan'll scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and ammo get niggas handled, light 'em
Sometimes I find I drift away Behind a distant smile Light years ago I think someone spoke Quizzical glances behind cigarette smoke She drew the curtains
'all better just wise up Everybody gettin' sized up Before we all rise up Start runnin' your times up Cuz' when my crew ride up The sky gon' light
home, i love a big baked roll, in your face freak with plain clothes, yea fly like a kite no cops in sight, racin' through the city runnin'every red light
lights and flicking on And the sound Of trains is dying out Replaced by people whispering out, ?I?ve opened my windows and let in the light I?ve quieted
take over the world like an ottoman turk but the buzz unlikely, the rockshows nightly the wow with excitement I'm out like spike lee I run through your city
Sopranos niggas get played like pianos, dirty rotten scandal inner city plan'll scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and ammo get niggas handled, light 'em up
climb up, up high The air tonight hangs sour and heavy I'm dying up here love, lie with me lie The view electrical and sprawling The city lights move
We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah) So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh) I'm touching keys like pianos
always say I aint livin' right But it aint my fault you misplaced your light Replaced your wife with some 2 bit missy Now she's gettin' fucked up in Detroit city
I live in the shadows where light is electric and time is a number that rests on a wall And nobody knows me my friends and my family are as far from this city
We're in the city of passion fruit As red and sour is our everynight Two hearts in one on a passion beat An wink or two, then you fall in love Sweetest