everywhere. I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos. Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's. Took it to my stash box, 560 State Street. Catch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons with
You got to. You got to You got to come original. You got to come original. All entertainers come original. You got to come original. You got to come original. All entertainers. Hear why To
esteem. But you'll never meet the original me. I'll be your cover girl. Living in your plastic world. But you'll never ever meet the original me. So what's the reason to love?. Ain't got no reason to