Lyrics:
Written by chuck jackson and marvin yancy
This heart is your heart
And can't nobody take it away
Ooh no, this heart is your heart
And can't
I don't know the sound of my father's voice
I don't even know how he says my name
But it plays out like a song on a jukebox in a bar
In
test the mics
I check 'em like sound, and like loose I'm down
Plus I done got better since Soul By the Pound, I maintain
"Maintain the rock"
Walk in we'l prepared climbin the stairways
To heaven while you scared of the people livin under
Ground heard the sound of the clap made you wonder
If
the time-being
And the world sings
When the Beatles Hit America
When the Beatles Hit America
It's going to be sponsored by...
When the Beatles Hit America
When
sound
I'm in the darkness so low I'm under the carpet
Whomever wants me to park it you motherfuckers are heartless
They wont be stuck with hardships want
Every time I start it up , sound like I got a semi tucked
Back tire freight liner
Whip pull like a semi truck
Crew look like some looters man we
Warning
The surgeon general has determined (Mmh, yeah)
That the sounds you are about to hear
Will always be devastating (I want it all, nigga, all
and the rain stayed on
And the swamp water overflowed
Skeeters and the fever grabbed the town like a fist
Doctor Jackson was the first to go
Some say
Singing in the kitchen
I pretend I'm young again
With Seger sounds
Against the Wind
Driving through town
With Jackson Browne
Runnin' on empty
Runnin' on
It
Yeah, music became my remedy
That's why I've been walking on this road, feeling so alone
Then I found out where's my abode by getting out of my zone
I'm
serve, oh, verse by verse
My verb like perc', I slow it down, my verse like syrup
I like the sound, gun rounds on mother Earth
With a little pump you
Pull up and I set up shop
She drinking that shit by the shots
Stunt on the block, same spot
Pull up and count up the knots
Niggas out here straight
Pull up and I set up shop
She drinking that shit by the shots
Stunt on the block, same spot
Pull up and count up the knots
Niggas out here straight
fuckin' ass!
That shit is amazing! Wow! And I'm only on
Thirty-three percent
That charger is fufu i've been gone for
Three hours damn, that shit
Sounds
of town
They were sittin' by the highway like Jackson Browne
They were stickin' out their thumbs
In the middle of the night
When they saw the car
The Michael Jackson Anthem
You try to hurt him time and again
Fed the news with your lies
But in vain
Cuz he never broke down
Stood stiff and sound
I'm like minimum wage
Don't mean to sound ungrateful
'Cause, ahh yeah, I got stuff
The cash flow
You talking trips, I can't go
Used to ask me all
We are no novice can't contain us
We will rock this
cause we rap so futuristic like we were taught by spacely
sprockets you got it
Anybody wana test
I don't know the sound of my father's voice
I don't even know how he says my name
But it plays out like a song on a jukebox in a bar
In the back
played by Samuel L. Jackson
Yo ill insanity that's cold and morbid
But when I'm in your orbit you soul absorb it
A real raw nigga won't fold or forfeit
yo, that they're winnin'
A lotta just came in, sound the same in
Thinkin' they swift and can get with these young men
But I keep the crowd swingin'
What a movement, the rap solution
It thumps so hard we got 'em world wide usin' them
Tracks from Black for satisfaction
The role of captain played by
with the shit when we play The Foolympics
Samfooel L. Jackson motherfucker, "Who's The MF" was a fraction motherfucker
Feel like I got bit by Dracfoola,
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