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Everything Is Fair
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
DJ
Funkadelic
Funkadelic
Sampled Artist
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Skeff Anselm
Skeff Anselm
Songwriter
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Songwriter
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Songwriter
Eddie Hazel
Eddie Hazel
Songwriter
Garry Marshall Shider
Garry Marshall Shider
Songwriter
George Clinton
George Clinton
Songwriter
Malik Izaak Taylor
Malik Izaak Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A Tribe Called Quest
A Tribe Called Quest
Mixing Engineer
Skeff Anselm
Skeff Anselm
Producer
Bob Power
Bob Power
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city Look at Miss Elaine who runs the fast lane Barely knows her name, struck by fame She just got a Benz, she rides with her friends Gotta keep her beeper in her purse to make ends Rollin' down the block, checkin' out the spots She winks at the cops, always give her props She knows she's the woman, can't nobody touch her Hangs with the elite, makes her papes from the gutter Tried to make my moves on Miss Elaine, she called me young boy Told her not to diss me, I just want to be your love toy You young boy? My love toy? I doubt that very highly Just because you rhyme don't mean I'll let you try me Business oriented, egos never dented Always sweet-scented, if it's business, she meant it Distractions never hurt, always did the work Always was alert, she never got jerked Queen of the feats, thrive to compete Love the funky beats while she drove down the street She was justified, couldn't get a job Had to feed her family, so she had to play the mob Pullin' out the oowop, listenin' to doo-wop (You don't have to say a word) That's all ya heard Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city She's not a big kahuna, wish I met her sooner Instead, I met her later, my love is much greater Put me on her roster to rid her of imposters And to sell the Buddha for the sexy drug ruler Love is my motive, now I'm drug promotive Plus I needed ducats to fill up my buckets Supplied me with the squeezy to make my life easy Now I'm missing action for this fatal attraction But don't you let me catch you with your joint up in these bitches And don't you even dare to plan a plot upon my riches 'Cause if you play me out, I think I'll let ya be I'll be damned if I let a brotha try to gas me I played my cards well, try to live swell For the G, I would sell, 'cause I was deep in hell But then I really wasn't, she had a fly cousin Who would give me booty on the side of my cutie Elaine, she kinda knew, that I would do the do But she didn't tear, I did my work with care That's all that really mattered, her money never splattered As long as she was paid, she was in the shade You can't really blame her for holdin' on a flamer Society taught her, but they didn't tame her A ten clip salute, honey here's a troop She will never stop until she reach the top, top, top
Writer(s): George Clinton, Muhammad Jones, Garry Shider, Edward Hazel, Kamaal Fareed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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