Lyrics:
and scratchin
Second after second it's the record he's catchin
His hands are so fast that it's a medical riddle
With the turntable split and the mixer in
with every wind of the clock
Jeffrey makes that amount times'd by a lot cause
Every time you hear this chorus
Jeff Bezos makes forty-thousand dollars
after second it's the record
He's catchin his hands are so fast that
It's a medical riddle
With the turntable split and the
Mixer in the middle
Back
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
{written by Sheryl Crow, Jeff Trott and Brian McLeod}
{additional vocal by Larry Graham}
Everyday is a winding road, is a winding road, is
in store
And I'll be there by your side, right hand up to God
For you, Man I put that on my life
You, I'm gone make every sacrifice
You, and you know
performers in
Our career and he's come all the way from
Stokely Carmichel's -on-Sea
And I hope you're going to like
Him let's give him a big hand … (YAY!)
humans
We like to be wined and dined by candle light
Not being couped up in the house trying to be held up tight
So jazzy jeff and fresh prince don't mean
The day it is finished marked a new day
As he said it is finished and the skyline changed
As into God's hand he commended his spirit by faith
Went down into
The devil just text me, I cannot reply
I got blood on my hands and the Lord by my side
And I ain't going nowhere without my heater
Clip in the AK look like
to trap hard
Black Stones in Muslim garb
Leaving the mosque from Jummah not far from Minister Farrakhan the students of Master Fard
Drive-by shootings,
a hand or two
Will have your picking up your own hand looking damn confused
Aw man, God damn I'm here to provide a gift
Always making sure my family Gucci
the son of God, I'm just staying in my room
And having Easter dinner with my family over Zoom
They say to stay inside on all the news reports
But all this
by my collar
Like a veteran can't hold me down
Never
But when the end day, they try
It's comedy
Ha ha ha ha ha
David Letterman live in the alley in
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
He made hats for a lot of great men
But none were finer then he made for a friend
He made 'em the old way, steamed, and creased 'em by hand
He'd take
Let ye cast no judgement upon thy neighbor
Before the beam of thy own eyes have been cleansed
In the wicked ways of the world
God gives
In the distance ye Im reaching for God
Ian tryna ride the wave no my first name aint Rod
Ye im tryna bring the youth closer to God
Ion gotta get even
wish
Endless gags for the masses
Unlimited gaffs from the old man
Demented puppet perched upon Jeffs hand
Still cant read a prompter come on man
Our best
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
to waiting your turn
Doing it all by hand?
'Cause when everything is handed to you
It's only worth as much as the time put in
It all just seems so good
inside of Sam's club
I done did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptized each three or four times
But in the land where
and your kind heart displayed
You turned 63, a week later, you're in the ER
Easter Sunday, who woulda thought the next month would be hard
Like you, I'm
was always Snake-Eyes
Max was Destro
Jeff was Cobra Commander
Billy was Storm Shadow
They tried to gang-up on Snake-Eyes
In a conspiracy to overthrow
GI
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