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cookin soul & the musalini - 92 olympics lyrics

[intro: the musalini, magic johnson & producer drop]
mus, uh (fallaway jumper… good!)
soul (what did i tell you?)
you know what it is, man (so, then, i came down… hee heee!)
cookin soul

[verse 1: the musalini]
uh
fishbowl, no tints, blonde b+tch, big tits
on the couch like prince, clockin’ in daily
yeah, a hoe gotta pay me; ain’t no time for regrets
still spillin’ moet (money)
life precious; if you slow, then you left
i done turned to a vet, sold a jag for a vette
coat to the floor; i’m a mack in the trench
condo, no rent; yeah, the don won’t rest
wrote rhymes for a check, i don’t need the connect
all i need is a booth and a reason to flex (word)
her knees and the neck; put the ps on the jet
we just chillin’, that’s 10k in my sweats (yeah)

[chorus: the musalini]
bigger than you thought, from new york to brazil
make a mil in my sleep, still on a winning streak
’92 olympics, baby girl, it’s big pimpin’
baby girl, we still winnin’
bigger than you thought, from new york to brazil
make a mil in my sleep, still on a winning streak
’92 olympics, baby girl, it’s big pimpin’
baby girl, we still winnin’
[verse 2: tha god fahim]
uh, uh
run up the paper like xerox, it’s nonstop
the management of the clock is the most important stock (uh+huh)
it gotta count; never write a check that’s finna bounce
survived some droughts and came out more improved, without a doubt
i’m on a echelon that can’t be f+cked with
i power up like dragon ball, i’m so destructive
if it ain’t ’bout the money, then i’ll be reluctant
jewelry thick like a cable, eighteen+wheeler truck sh+t
wastin’ my time? i just conclude you on some f+ck sh+t
mister mc with the hammer, you can’t touch this
split the winnings several ways with my team
each one teach one, that’s the meaning of the means
cannonball, i’m a rapid+fire machine
and so my style represents cultivation of cream (gettin’ money)
extreme, like jordan takin’ your dreams
fire in my eyes, i smoke the mic like a fiend

[chorus]
bigger than you thought, from new york to brazil
make a mil in my sleep, still on a winning streak
’92 olympics, baby girl, it’s big pimpin’
baby girl, we still winnin’
bigger than you thought, from new york to brazil
make a mil in my sleep, still on a winning streak
’92 olympics, baby girl, it’s big pimpin’
baby girl, we still winnin’

- cookin soul the musalini lyrics

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