Lyrics:
Apostle Dean, Thats My Mama. Ha ha ha
Kenyatta, What's up Kenyatta
DOC MASTA, That's Meeee Ha ha ha haaaaa
This gone be Epic, A we making a movie, We
a vibe é normal
Red na pearl e também tem red nessa bala
Do um oque no dean, manda o beat, da uma pala
Polo red combina com kit (kit kit kit)
Essa tape
and creating its own music
Dean street is mean street
Not such a clean street
Brothels are still there
While women show everything bare
You might even get
always hear it,
You know they be poppin' spirits,
But pay me for an appearance
I'm surface scraping with lyrics, uh,
I hope they hear this and they don't
green shit
Getting head by some bitch who made the dean's list
Hair graded, talking Tony the Tiger
Ridin' in that white Mercedes, I call it Delilah
i like it
Talented i got lyrics on my brain so i rap coz i like it
Yeah call prince of the mic coz with lyrics im lit
Yeah rhyme on beats like
i like it
Talented i got lyrics on my brain so i rap coz i like it
Yeah call prince of the mic coz with lyrics im lit
Yeah rhyme on beats like
crutchin' if I touch it then it's Mr. Clean (Mr. Clean)
I be reppin' in yo' section me my nigga Dean (Dean)
Ghost boys (Ghost boys), in a Ghost, nigga
Oh me, oh me, oh my
When I let the lyrics fly and the sound going cry
Oh me, oh me, oh my
When the lyrics them fly and a soundboy die
My raps cut
I ain't Muslim but I'm on my dean
Fashion Creme De La Cream
Yo girl unzip my jeans
That's a hit like bada bing
Niggas always talking
Tell 'em pull up
It's just another story
Like the old ones
Another sad boy loving to read
And a girl understood by no one
All the lights in the Universe
Exploded
and music by James Dean Claitor
Copyright 2020 James Dean Claitor
Original Copyright 2011 James Dean Claitor
consider it cah I look like joker (Yah man)
I love the color red anytime I have sweet dreams it's there in the theater (Manchester)
R.I.P Granny R.I.P J Dean
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shogun nigga, shogun
Just another day with some village niggas
Wolfpack, wolves, panther dogs, and gorillas
Freeze frame, Dean
Do you remember we were seventeen?
Rollercoaster, fun fair by the sea
Love's first kiss, the sweetest prize was in our eyes
Sometimes it feels like
Allie grew up with her mother as an only child
Barely knew her brother and her father died
She was in high school when she met Dean
He was
me step inna di club
Selecta, tun it up inna di sub
Music a bounce and lyrics by di tons
And mi high grade sent from above, me tell dem
Watch out
me step inna di club
Selecta, tun it up inna di sub
Music a bounce and lyrics by di tons
And mi high grade sent from above, me tell dem
Watch out
Now whether you come from yard or whether you come from London
Wanna hear this one on your radio station
Conscious lyrics have to reach number one
Nice to be a orbit
Cooking crack with a pen and pad
Writing lyrics like a living assassin
Bones are strong never lacking potassium
Homie died so I'm
with, my mind clicked
And then the lyrics just came to me slowly but surely
And then the light flicked
And then my whole life took a swervy and curvy
kitchen so clean, nah mean
And which recipe dat a steam, nah mean
The lyrics dem a flow like a stream, nah mean
Make you feel like you living in a dream,
I mean by it
You should re-try it
I'm on my Dean, you be on a dean-diet
And I dont even like it
Everytime you rap it, I swear I close my eyes
I wish I
Bobby Darin sang Mack the Knife
Before James Dean's car did a jackknife
Perhaps it's because they lack life or lack guts
Never confuse the head with
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