Mac Dre - Genie of the Lamp ('04) lyrics

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Mac Dre - Genie of the Lamp ('04) lyrics

The Genie of the Lamp (Who is it?) It's the Genie of the Lamp The Genie of the Lamp (Who is it?) The Genie of the Lamp It's the Genie of the Lamp [Verse 1] Multi-cultural, hot vocals Everywhere I go I get love from the locals They buy it, slump it, knock it, bump it My voice is an instrument, I'm kinda like a trumpet They tryin' to figure out my estimated wealth I'm a hot item, they can't keep me on the shelf Stores restock me, who*es be jocking Benihana waitresses pour me sake Catch Papi sloppy freakin' Puerto Ricans And when it's late I sling eighths at Beacon Ain't no sleepin', n***a I'm the mob And n***a being the mob is a full time job Ask Hob in a Celsior Mob n***as live a little healthier A little wealthier without helping her But I'm a pimp, so I'm gon' get help from her We on "The Wharf" at Joe's, gettin' our crab on Lobster tails with the Alaskan add-ons [Chorus 2X] Ménage à trois, (I'm doin' it b**h) Enfasa na (you can't ruin it b**h) Enfasa na (she takin' off tonight) Ménage à trois (for a Boston flight) [Verse 2] I went from sleepin' in cars to livin' residential A street star, you can check my credentials Ronald Dregan, livin' presidential Expensive utensils, not the essentials I don't piss on fools, n***a I'll boo boo The genie of the lamp, Muhammad Al Boo Boo The gun, it will shoot, I run and will scoot f** twos and fews, I'm comin' for real loot I'll pill you, tell a b**h what she'll do Enough bread to make your man switch teams and k** you And I don't feel you, you're really farfetched I'm playin' for the A's, is you workin' for the Mets? Place your bets, the odds are against me It's Russian roulette, I got the mob n***as with me [Chorus]