Lyrics:
to his best friend Derrick bare-naked
Jig-a-jig-ji-ji-Janeane just turned sixteen and used a fake ID
To sneak in VIP to see R. Kelly, hee-hee-hee-hee
Show you I'm not R. Kelly
X, pass me the weed
I'ma put my ashes out on his ass for the last time, man
Watch your fuckin' mouth
I love it when you
An undercover on the dubba always trying to charge a brotha
Call me late night, spark a Philly
are-Kelly, I jack the brother
Comin' from the (?) Memphis
an answer to a question, might I bother
Are you a tag team champ alone without a partner?
It's sheer bull you've been through? No ear hole to vent to?
I
Yeah on behalf of Chamillitary Entertainment
I'd like to extent my deepest apologies
To anyone who feels they are offended by the following content
are stronger than you!"
(Thugs) everybody knows it, it is obvious
You are completely ruled by
The finance sector (Thugs)
Voting for the laws ordered by
gonna stop
Just like genders, all over the shop
Boris is stressed, look at his belly
Virus hitting strong, just like R Kelly
Lockdown 1, 2 and 3
Everyone
I moved along so why you getting furious
Could it be the Grammy tingwhy they are malicing
Or is it because I link with Dave Kelly why them
don't know by now baby I'm a star,
Look at my face,
Look at my car,
Look at my waist then look at my scars.
Look out da window see where we are.
In
Money cash im a star in
My past is where you are
Up so high might touch
The sky blowing weed by
Marley side money cash
Im a star in my past is
Where
pour the champ' for the tears
Pour the champ' for the homie that are not here
[Chorus]
Front a nigga 50 he came back with it,
Gave him all
blood thirsty
[Chorus]
So what's hardcore? Really, are you hardcore?
So what's hardcore? Really, are you hardcore?
We begin our day by the way
thought you changed girl, but you the same girl
Usher and R. Kelly you had the best of both worlds
[Chorus]
When I'm gone girl I miss you, when I'm at home
name kelly?
You cuffed me (yeah)
Yeah I'm truly yours (Kevan Dre)
I cuffed you
You are mine, I don't need more (you are mine, you are mine, you are mine)
ain't in Kelly's Blue Book
I'll be glad when they run out of gas
Yes I will
I'll be glad when they run out of gas
When those gas pumps are things
off
And Kelly, don't stand for the generation I don't even wanna be a part of
These rappers are like fellatio, they suck in rap if they wanna blow
Kelly Holmes
I need a medal for it, so it's set in stone
I'm smellin' louder than a megaphone
But I got focus with it
The fee's a shooter without
to know, who you are,
(Dipset, Skoal game)
And what you are, to overcome things
Oh and by the way, My name is K-L C
The drum ma, ya heard me?
But this
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
good, then Queens won't look good
But since our sounds are universal, New York won't look good
Picture Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it
Put
you better not run
Take what you dish out one by one
I don't know who you need to hear this from
But your opinions are weak like bubble gum
We all wait
Rather be away
Why I ever stay?
Life changing chances to be made, forever hesitate
Escape from hell today, Kelly Clarkson Breakaway
Perseverance give
I Love Livin’ (In the City by the Lake)
Words and music by Cliff Buckosh
I went fishin’ this morning
Saw a sunrise so gorgeous
Got my guitar
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