The Cafe Black Rose

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Lightnin’ Rod - Rap

The Cafe Black Rose

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Now, just about everybody goes To the Cafe Black Rose To drink, party, and eat And if you ain't down You better not hang around Else you sure as hell will get beat The grease is nice And at a decent price And all the bitches is fine The jazz is so sweet you'll be patting your feet While sipping on a cold glass of wine You can cop you a bag of reefer or skag And even some coke or some hash Don't ask for no credit Or they'll tell you forget it Cause hustler's only deal in cold cash We had just finished greasing When the bitches started teasing For us to split and lay Spoon's cunt collar was tight Which is understandably right After serving three years and a day We were 'bout ready to split When I dug Brother Hominy Grit A runner from the south side of town He was coming our way So I figured we'd lay And hear about the happenings going down Brother Hominy Grit was hip to all kinds of shit I mean, it wasn't nothing he didn't know He knew every hustler's name Including his game And who did or didn't keep dough We traded jive then slapped each other five As Spoon silently checked him out He had heard that Spoon Was my ace-boon-poon So he knew what our hustles was about He was as usual self Sporting his wealth Clean from head to toe He was dressed pressed down In a pinstripe brown And his pocket was bulging with dough

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