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Fuckin A (The Thermals) · Oi! Fuckin Oi! (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Their Greatest Fuckin' Hits (Chaotic Dischord) · Oi Fuckin' Oi (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Ten Years of Fuckin' Up (NOFX) · A Bridge Too Fuckin' Far ('68 Comeback) · A Bridge Too Fuckin' Far ('68 Comeback) · Fuckin A (The Thermals) · Pearl Jam Twenty [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack] (Pearl Jam) · The Essential Pearl Jam (Pearl Jam) – and 90 other albums »


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I've been writin songs, I'm calm, I'm a good sport 

One year has gone by, with tecs jam up in your eye 

I'm on some clever shit, fuck it man,
tell
Which I say and play, day by day
When I groove to the sounds of Jam Master Jay
So let's go now
Ya don't stop
You keep on and
Rock the house!
niggas tried to jam me
I'm strapped now movin around wit the swammie
Got a baby by ya baby mama nigga we family
Niggas mad at the kid 'cause I'm caked up
hoe she attended you of H
a law student who was looking for a fuckin' case
but she was barking up the wrong tree g
ay yo why in the hell did the bitch
by a morning

'Cause we will murder dem-Murder dem in a competition
An' we will murder dem - Murder dem in a Ram-Jam Session
Murdering all de DJ
the niggas in the 2-1-3.
Then imagine us was comin' when you fuckin' with me.
Imagine you was up on top of this shit
Imagine if the bitches could stay off this
Sick 'n' tired of critics
But I can take a hit
I'm all man
Alley oopin the vocal on jams
But they don't know it
They can blow it

and take a puff
Getting better, trouble pearl of your jam like Eddie Vedder
Very fed up with self appoint and preserved us with past errors
That never seen their reflection
'Cause I talk wit an accent and grab on my ball
So they always keep askin' the same fuckin' questions
'What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in'
niggaz
Bitch niggaz fuckin my body
Bring that fuckin meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain

Champion gear that I rock, you get
Bitch niggas fuckin' my body
Bring that fuckin' meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good night train
And yo, set it off

Champion gear that I
These are the words that I wrote so I hope that ya don't man
I'll never joke about the coke that you're smok-in
Understand you're fuckin' up
takin shit to the climax
A muthafuckin G I'm puttin suckas on they back
I'm back with the burnin sensation to infliction
jam my fuckin brick up your ass
Charged by the system, for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode
Bound to catch another fuckin' charge when I explode
And if you wonder why I say this (yeah, Yeah)
I've had a lot of women and bitches think they slick (shoop-bop)
Sneakin' around fuckin' around whenever
won’t jam when you ride up beside me
Straight pound, straight A, bring em on my paydays
And every day is payday
I shoot yo shit down like mayday
Ain’t
aint them niggas its the motha fuckin cops
Plus some sucker duck MCs after my props
Cause I moved it up a few notches
But get your hand out my pocket
to be nervous
And if it ain't them niggas its the motha fuckin cops
Plus some sucker duck MCs after my props
Cause I moved it up a few notches
But get
punk that I hate
a BITCH named Lynchin D
commercial peal from Ace
that's what you gon end up
fuckin with 4 corna folks
talkin behind these niggaz back
Yeah yeah yeah yeah y'all, New York City,
Tryna to see where I'ma go tonight,
The most famous town in the whole fuckin' world,
The other night,
Slob On My Cat,
Get it nice and wet
Check in with me,
Holla at La'Chat


Fuck with your girl (girl)
Lick on my pearl (pearl)
Suck up all the nut,
ain’t gonna be talking all on the phone fuck around with that nigga
Be trippin, I’m trippin.
Nigga tryin to jam me up.
Uh uh
Nigga don’t
Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars
Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God
And, it's hard just being the boss
Being I can't go
all about 
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse 
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww 
Threw that back out, in the parking lot 
By a Cherokee
my dick up in yo' wife, raw dog
Now we got a son on the way
The call yours, I ignore laws
Break rules, break tombs, take jewels, make moves

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