BRIGADE (feat. Conway the Machine)

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Jersey Boy

Jersey Boy is the twelfth studio album by country artist Eddie Rabbitt. It was released in 1990 by Capitol Records. The album produced five singles including "On Second Thought", the final number one country hit of Rabbitt's career, and "American Boy", which became a popular song among American soldiers and citizens during the Gulf War. Jersey Boy reached number 34 on country album charts. Allmusic gave the album four out of five stars citing the tracks "Only One Love in My Life", "Feel Like a Stranger" and "Tennessee Born and Bred" as songs "that Eddie Rabbitt fans might especially enjoy." more »

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If not now then when, I taught 'em the phrase
The way we rollin' down the street it look like a parade
The way we carry all the heat we look like a brigade
Under palm trees the only time that I'm cool with the shade
Look, the fame and the clout I never cared about
I did two shows for a hundred, that's a fair amount (That's fair)
Maybach from Jenny to Water you know my whereabouts (Uh huh)
The ones responsible for all those bodies y'all been hearing 'bout
Niggas had the za trap and the heroin house
And made more weekly than a doctor make Yearly out his salary, uh
I'm rockin' Amiri out the factory (Talk to 'em)
Mike personally sending packs to me (Good lookin')
Yeah, these niggas still copyin' waves
Stealing my drip but them niggas never rock it the same (Not at all)
Boy thought he was gangsta until he got shot in his braids
You know we crashin' out if ever you get out of your lane (Boom, boom)
Pulled up to Dyckman and see papi and cop me some haze (What up papi)
Nigga lost half his leg when he was shot with a gauge (Huh)
Rock a lot of chains in Atlanta I stopped at the Flame
Conway, y'all know the name
If not now then when, I taught 'em the phrase
The way we rollin' down the street it look like a parade
The way we carry all the heat we look like a brigade
Under palm trees the only time that I'm cool wit the shade
They treat me like a villain for dreamin' shoutout to Jermaine
I'm a student of game I'm tryna influence some change
You look like you a shame you just an a nuisance and lame
I'm tryna head over to the dealer cop two of them thangs
I'm linkin' up with a jewel I ain't talkin' bout chains
I got a clear point of view I ain't talkin' bout frames, y'all don't feel me
Throw a few beans I ain't talkin' bout chili
I'm from Dirty Jerz but also be often in Philly
You awful, I'm awesome and really
Authoring hits in a jiffy
I need an auditor they oughta be offering a milli
Call an audible if they ain't moving auspiciously
Using AI they producing art artificially (Wow)
On an island chillin' blissfully, the water blue like Tiffany
She sippin' on Malta, we off the coast of Sicily
I speak it to existence, they just speakin' wishfully
Paint a picture vividly (Uh) visually spit viciously (Yeah)
How this even happen? (Huh) call it serendipity
Stay ready you don't gotta get ready, I plan for contingencies
Yall just copying what I do, yall niggas is facsimiles
Please, I get silly with these soliloquies
I did that and I did it deliberately
It's Jersey, y'all only ballin' fictitiously
If not now then when, I taught 'em the phrase
The way we rollin' down the street it look like a parade
The way we carry all the heat we look like a brigade
Under palm trees the only time that I'm cool wit the shade
If not now then when, I taught 'em the phrase
The way we rollin' down the street it look like a parade
The way we carry all the heat we look like a brigade
Under palm trees the only time that I'm cool wit the shade

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