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Big Daddy Kane Taste Of Chocolate Mr. Pitiful [big daddy kane] Mmm.. mmm, yeah Oh i like this I wanna tell this story A little story about umm.. .. a brother who you would think has everything goin for himself But apparently for some reason he just ain't happenin I call this brother mr. pitiful I wanna tell you somethin about him, check it out The story begins in 1984 When i met the bizmarkie out in front of the store He used to tell me all the time, "yo your lyrics is hype We got to get together and make a record of some type" I said, "man, the hype behind run-d.m.c. and cool j What the fuck makes you think they're gonna give us a play?" We did a few shows together, freestylin on stage Manhattan and long island, for mike and dave After that, i was convinced we can do it Until my man biz jetted and came out with "make the music.." From right there, i said, "man, this shit is real Look at biz in the new leather and a pair of spot bills" I got to give it to you dukes, i was wrong Well you out there now, so put my black ass on And sure enough, huh, in about a year's time I was r-a-w, goin for mine Droppin jams that slammed on every radio program And bam, god damn, look where i am The first album, _long live the kane_, it sold About umm.. aww fukkit it went gold The money was comin in, yes i had done em in It wasn't quite hard for me to find a woman then Cause i was in demand for lots of fans A sexy chocolate guy in the public eye I bought myself a condo out in queens A plush white volvo and drove off the scene But i remained the same since i moved out For instance - drinkin olde e and guinness stout And also, hangin out with the troops Most of all, takin care of ma dukes Then all of a sudden things started to change And many old friends started actin strange Behind my back, sayin i'm soft and a sucker Some even said, "yo let's rob the motherfucker" And family members askin for my papers But biz set them straight, by makin "the vapors" Girls cryin pregnant, to get some of my green I'm like, "what the fuck is this? billie jean?" People harassin me, steadily askin me Dis or dat, some even had the audacity To say that i only liked light-skinned women Tchk, huh, are you kiddin? Cause i love everyone And i never act prejudiced to none But for some reason people make my lifestyle so critical That's why they call me mr. pitiful A few people know what i'm sayin Hmm, to the little daddy shane, you know what i mean And to my man cool v, you know what i mean To t.j. swan, you know what i mean And to scoob and scrap, you know what i mean To rob base and e.z. rock, you know what i mean The magnum force, you know what i mean And to the playboys, you know what i mean To shemp shawn, you know what i mean And the f.m.c., you know what i mean Can't forget miv, you know what i mean Godfather d, you know what i mean My man doug e. fresh, you know what i mean And the fifty dollar crew from canada know what i mean But most of all i can't forget my man biz-mar-kie And may i send this to a.j. quest, rest in peace ?? |
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