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By: Cedric McClester From the streets Of the windy city In a cold world that Showed him no pity He used his gift of gab To sell their kitty And it wasn’t done By committee Iceberg Slim I know you heard of him He was a **** a playa A consummate lady slayer Who knew the game So what’s his name Iceberg Slim I know you heard of him He had no shame Or second thoughts He was true to the game Followed the dots He ducked the law Sidestepped their plots Paid his dues And carried knots Iceberg Slim I know you heard of him He was a **** a playa A consummate lady slayer Who knew the game So what’s his name Iceberg Slim I know you heard of him Iceberg Slim was A legend True to the game And his profession Handled his business With discretion Then wrote a book A true confession He tired of the **** life In the end He couldn’t go through the motions And just pretend He started feeling like He might have been condemned And he didn’t like What that might portend Iceberg Slim I know you heard of him He was a **** a playa A consummate lady slayer Who knew the game So what’s his name Iceberg Slim I know you heard of him Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC
ICEBERG SLIM
By: Cedric McClester From the streets Of the windy city In a cold world that Showed him no pity He used his gift of gab To sell their kitty And it wasn’t done By committee Iceberg Slim I know you heard of him He was a **** a playa A consummate lady slayer Who knew the game So what’s his name Iceberg Slim I know you heard of him He had no shame Or second thoughts He was true to the game Followed the dots He ducked the law Sidestepped their plots Paid his dues And carried knots Iceberg Slim I know you heard of him He was a **** a playa A consummate lady slayer Who knew the game So what’s his name Iceberg Slim I know you heard of him Iceberg Slim was A legend True to the game And his profession Handled his business With discretion Then wrote a book A true confession He tired of the **** life In the end He couldn’t go through the motions And just pretend He started feeling like He might have been condemned And he didn’t like What that might portend Iceberg Slim I know you heard of him He was a **** a playa A consummate lady slayer Who knew the game So what’s his name Iceberg Slim I know you heard of him Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC
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