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Top-Songs von Eric Gale
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eric Gale
Guitar
Bill Eaton
Vocals
Patti Austin
Vocals
Bob James
Rhodes Piano
Lani Groves
Vocals
Gary King
Bass
Vivian Cherry
Vocals
Charles McCracken
Cello
Alan Shulman
Cello
Ralph MacDonald
Percussion
Richard Tee
Piano
Mike Brecker
Saxophone
Eddie Daniels
Saxophone
David Nadien
Violin
George Young
Saxophone
Grover Washington, Jr.
Saxophone
Paul Gershman
Violin
Wayne Andre
Trombone
Dave Taylor
Trombone
Max Ellen
Violin
Harold Kohon
Violin
Harry Glickman
Violin
Max Pollikoff
Violin
Emanuel Vardi
Viola
Jon Faddis
Trumpet
Alan Rubin
Trumpet
Diana Halprin
Violin
Lew Soloff
Trumpet
Randy Brecker
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Gale
Composer
Bob James
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bob James
Producer
Joe Jorgensen
Engineer
Don Puluse
Engineer
Vladimir Meller
Mastering Engineer
Songtexte
All these east end girls like the same to me, all these west end girls like the same to me
But I still fall in love, I just fall in love, I'm so foolish
I need to find out and go experience some new shit, but I'm nuts in this city, yeah I'm stuck in this city
On my Beyoncé, I'm so crazy in love with this city, and all them day one boys that I run with be with me
I cut off quick if any fucker acting shifty
No time for the shakiness, I just run quick on my one-two
If you ain't down with the clique, homie fuck you
Saw some competition, give your whole crew the run through
This shit sound like I be on the 4-10 highway with my squad
Baby you just got the greatest hits, oh Lord
Let me scoop you and bust it up a cord
Take you to soho, then the crib and fuck you hard
Treat you more than just a broad baby, oh baby
Baby let me take you where I wanna
We could do just whatever you wanna do
Baby if you light your marijuana, be yourself
I can't stop for you, let's do whatever you want to
West end, east end, it's all the same
She got a goddess frame, I'm up in her car again
She know how to work my psychiatrics
Fuck me right while we bumpin' to a 90's classic (Real shit real)
She ain't got no curfew, she keep some weed up in her purse in case my homies wanna burn too
Ass poppin' out them leggings and it hurts cause I'm comin' out the city where bad chicks is the worst news
But will you take my dream and crush it?
Will you be mad if I don't show you off in public?
City hate me, I learn to really say fuck it cause everybody is your enemy when you be gettin' money, real talk
So baby please pick up my dinner call, come with the crew, we wouldn't mind if you mob with us all
The greatest did it, I don't sweat all of this shit at all
Richvale Summer, spring and then fall, god damn
How does it feel to be here?
You ain't never felt like this
I don't have to tell [?]
You ain't ever felt this lit
Is it new to you?
Is it old?
I can't stop for you, let's do whatever you want to do
We'll go wherever you want to go
We'll see whatever you want to see
I can't stop for you, let's do whatever you want to do
Writer(s): Eric J Gale
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