Lyrics:
Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James
Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James
Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James
Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James
Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James
Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James
Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James
Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James
I'd love to see caught 'em by surprise just know the bell is ringing peacefully
No lacking on the decency I
I never follow trends if it's important it
knick knacks
hold up...bitch
let me hit you with some quick facts
you dont like how my 808s slap
you can get slapped
talking out the side of yo neck
miss
on a bad day
Your favorite rapper never had lle'
Let alone traffic state to state
I Sat in that kitchen and scraped the plate
Cooked dope while auntie sang
Diceybeatz let's get it
Got the whole Crowd Jumpin (Yuuuh)
Got the whole Crowd Jumpin (What)
Got the whole Crowd Jumpin (Word)
Got the whole Crowd
taste the acidity when you breathe?
Can you feel the temperature rising?
It's a fact and one that I'm not keen to redact so tell 'em
Let's pause yo,
one of a kind ( Wooo )
By the way yo booty jiggle I know yo face real fine ( Damn )
Put yo booty in the air while I'm hitting from behind
Scream out my
Fake bitches all on my case, get the fuck out my face y'all got me feelin funny
Racks all inside a my place guess
She just wonna taste cuz her nigga
every time you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, and Tyrone
See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes
See I've been having this on my mind
tired of your Shit
You don't never buy me nothin'
See every time you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, & Tyrone
See why can't we be by
time to cap
You gon' have to face the facts when the king comes back
James, Michael, Martin Luther man it really don't matter
When you see the big
and nobody else to fuck wit
Thinkin' everything is stolen
But can't face facts that a young black nigga's just rollin'
Making more money than they ever make
a bitch even if
She give me some head
James Harden in the Glock
GG'll bust a nigga face
You better not get up out of place
4KTrey aim it his face
Well, fuck
the
Murderous
Corrupt minds that don't speak truth
Nobody cares for us
So people keep feeling weak
So let's all be conqueror's
Yeah yeah
And we shall stand yes
They
Told us Dr king was
Assassinated when in fact
He survived the shot that was fired not by
James Earl Ray, but by
Memphis Police officer
Frank
noggin
Wonderin' why God would even let this tragedy happen
Losin' some loved ones, or people that you've never met
I've heard both sides, so let me speak
Yo, at a hip-hop club was a girl I met
She was hot you can bet, her body dripped with sweat
I kicked it to her, and her name was kim
She said let's
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