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Hero, Hero [Japan CD] (Judas Priest) · Hero, Hero (Judas Priest) · Hero, Hero (Judas Priest) · Jessie Daniels (Jessie Daniels) · Jessie (Paw) · Merry Merry Merry Frickin' Christmas/Jessie's Girl (Frickin' A) · Jessie's Girl [Glee Cast Concert Version] (Glee) · Jessie's Jig & Other Favorites (Steve Goodman) · Jessie James (Jessie James) · Dear Jessie (Madonna) – and 90 other albums »


MoXs on the Howard J G

[Master P]

And y'all other niggas that's still livin
That want to be a hero but can't be givin
Yo life up for these
knees
 
(Violent J)
But then again who am I, I'm just some typical guy
I ain't no fuckin hero, I just been wonderin why....
 
(Chorus)
I seen some
and murph blurr for me
Times got hard I had to get harder
Let me take that back I had to get smarter
16, I had me a daughter
Hold up J-Kwon lets get shit in
the mic I hold
I make sure my beats are loud, and bold, and cold
Violent J is the name that I go by
Wakin up with blood on my hands and I don't know why
You
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A literal translation by j. mark sugars 1997

Once I was a gentle maiden,
But now I am a spent, worn-out widow,
My consort strongly plowing
don't believe me run up and try to punch me

Jou ma se poes in 'n fishpaste jar
(D.D.J-J-J) 
Jou ma se poes in 'n fishpaste jar
(Hi-hi-hi Tek)
Oh oh
a legend
Everyone grab a shotgun, a hero is made
Maybe I should do that shit so J can get paid

(Chorus)

Are your kids so terrible you gotta beat on them
to mourn me]
J.veux des gosses et des fleurs, que ma mort serve leur avenir.
[I want kids and flowers, may my death serve their future]
Peut etre
Dream we're out on the runway 
And you're right there by my side 
And we're taking off in your j5 
Baby, I love it when we fly 

‘Cause you're
quand par chance un flic tue un voyou, on en fait un héro
Mais j’laisserai pas les fédéraux fouiller la boîte à Ferrero
Hé ouais, frérot, souviens-toi
my shotgun
Elvis, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

Does Polly want a cracker? Fuck no, he's a zero
And I ain't with the rednecked hero
I'm glad that
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Now we grinding hard just like we wanna do
Grinding day and night so we can kick off our shoes
And live a glamorous life
or without it's nothing without clout
but i'll emit a shot in the dark without aim
in a hope to make light of the truth to make evident

Mr J Medeiros
can jack me
I'm not the hero, I'm the one you all hate
Resinned and recapture everything that you emulate

[Violent J:]
When I drop bombs, I'm kept away
to the sound properly laid and mixed down
By no other than my brother, although from different mother
J. Rawls with Sands on the mic, so take cover
The sound
to the sound properly laid and mixed down
By no other than my brother, although from different mother
J. Rawls with Sands on the mic, so take cover
The sound
to the sound properly laid and mixed down
By no other than my brother, although from different mother
J. Rawls with Sands on the mic, so take cover
The sound
like the pennant, Seminars the Play-off
Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off
The Specialist who eyeballed the mistress necklace
Perpetuous, this
Brother, Brother, Brother, how you make 'em get down?
[Brother J]
Professor Overseer, I've got pimp in my crown
It was the pimp that drove the mountainous
gloves verses spark plug
Its like the pennant, Seminars the Play-off
Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off
The Specialist who eyeballed the mistress
[Verse - Violent J]
There ain't nobody, asking me, where I've been
There ain't nobody, that would name me, as a friend
There ain't nobody, that's
night it was a dream
This morning a fantasy back when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura 'cos the cops like to get help from the store
it was a dream
This morning a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
To get help from the store
it was a dream
This morning a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
To get help from the store
a hero in the lobby
Tryin to help the cracker, and fuck my hobby
But I'm seein em all and they carryin her back
The bitch was already dead by a six pack