Lyrics: R. Wilbor Music: Leonard Bernstein Glitter and be gay That?s the part I play Here I am in Paris, France Forced to bend my soul To a sordid
Glitter and be gay, That's the part I play; Here I am in Paris, France, Forced to bend my soul To a sordid role, Victimized by bitter, bitter circumstance
: Lyrics: R. Wilbor Music: Leonard Bernstein Glitter and be gay That?s the part I play Here I am in Paris, France Forced to bend my soul To a
fuckin best blower Chronic catch and sess smoker The AK 47, Uzi, and Tec holder I'm the nigga you heard stressed over And get no rest over Nigga wrecked
opinion disturbs me And her ignorance - it hurts me And quite honestly you just let yourself down But his opinion disturbs me And her ignorance - it hurts me And
clean Glitter and gleam, and all what it look like So I keep swangin' I hear clanging tryin' to live my life [CHORUS x2] I see these niggas and days
a phaze What made ya, turn around and talk shit Your rhymes and you personally doesn't fit Now wait a minute, remember that time You got on Soul Train You got the chance, and
Jupiter Island is full of pleasures Glowing gardens holding hidden treasures Luminous flowers of yellows and greens Glittering petals that have to be
a phaze What made ya, turn around and talk shit Your rhymes and you personally doesn't fit Now wait a minute, remember that time You got on soul train You got the chance, and
[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] Do it to em baby Verse One: Nas Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and
done Liz flies all the way to France And Jackie's seen in a discotheque doin' a brand new dance And the White House social season should be glittering and gay
, Liz flies all the way to France, And Jackie's seen in a discothA?que, doin' a brand new dance. And the White House social season should be glittering and gay
, I'm pushin' down the ave I see these niggas and days go and come And fo me just to wake, I'm know I'm pissed I grab my cis and I split my sista with
; Anbank, wha guess'd the ladies' taste, He gies a Fete Champetre. When Love and Beauty heard the news The gay green-woods amang, man, Where, gathering flowers, and
Through the lights cameras and action, glamour, glitters and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I?m deceased, by then the