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Goldie Lookin' Chain - Majic Dusty lyrics
"Majic Dusty"
Dusty.. dusty... dusty..dusty
 I goes out at night, in my glad rags
 Selling some to posh kids, prozzies and fags
 I do's a few spoons to get me in the mood
 I never do too much cos that makes you rude
 Cos that's the trouble when you do too much
 You get a big mouth, start to lose touch
 You act all hard, gettin' louder and louder
 It's no fuckin' wonder they call it wacko powder
Dust! Majic dusty! Majic dust! Majic dusty!
 My frontal lobes, have fucking turned black
 And when your ??s gone you cant never get it back
 Pulls things out my nose that look like bits of flan
 So sometimes I wash 'em up and smoke 'em on a can
 Started in lines, chronic fuckin' times
 Got a fuckin' blizzard blowing through my mind
 This dirty fuckin' habit's costin' me a fuckin' mint
 Blew my cash on the blower now I'm really fuckin' skint
Dust! Majic dusty! Majic dust! Majic dusty! dusty! dusty!
 She don't like, she don't like, she don't like cocaineGoldie Lookin' Chain - Majic Dusty - http://motolyrics.com/goldie-lookin-chain/majic-dusty-lyrics.html
 I never saw a woman fuckin' complain
 Like the pale skinny girl over there, she don't care
 She likes to play head games but fuckin' beware
 She's really fuckin' off it, look at her eyes
 Give her half a gram and she'll open her thighs
 But leave her alone if I was you brother
 Cos she's not the kind of girl you can take home to your mother
Dust! Majic dusty! Majic dust! Majic dusty!
 I knows you knows, if you knows what I mean
 All this majic dusty, the most I've ever seen
 I really got to stop, taking this shit
 I really fuckin' want to but it's hard to quit
 This cocaine scene is full of false fuckers
 I'd rather deal with people fucked up on pukkas
 So it's ta-ra posh, I need a fuckin' rest
 Back to sellin' mary jane and fuckin' flat press
Dust! Majic dusty! Majic dust! Majic dusty, dusty, dusty
Yeah, I got 3 grams of Tony Montana, 2 grams of Jody Kidd, 4 grams of Kate Moss, and an eccy...
*Like Michael Barrymore back on the jam,... Four ??? go out with a bang*
Yeah, my mate had cocaine, and he took all of 'em... My mate took 'em, and there was all white foam round his mouth like Mumm-Ra from, er, Lion-O









