Lyrics:
the stove gotit talk to 'em
All this drip I'm pursuin'
If my brother got beef, I'm chewin'
Thirty-three shots, lil' nigga
Patrick Ewing
I'd rather fuck her
I'm about to catch another opp lacking,
Slimed 'em green just like St. Patrick's,
Stop the capping y'all some hatrick's,
Pinned her down straight
not be forgot
About the day my deejay turned into an autobot
He got struck by lightning in an electrical storm
He got on the wheels of steel and began
James of playing mind games
And switch their home team up every single time their mind change
She drop it for me, pussy pop it for me, take it
450's enormous, 38 too, like
I feel like James Bond
I do a hit, I might have to make bond
Change clothes, then I change cars
We hit him up, he dead, he
times but I don't mind
Cos she's my
Cos she's my
Cos she's my girl
I live with butterflies but you've got me like it all the time
I know that won't change
and don't know who to blame
A nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting,
dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
watching
Jessie to my James we could be like team rocket
All this rain pouring got me holding up my jacket
Only time you getting wet is in the bed when we
It's all about the message
Living in a dream where money can never buy my happiness
Didn't sell my soul
I'm Mr, solumminati
A lonely road
Uh
Yea, look
bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit
as the violence that the summer produce
That make us grow up so fast and got us running from youth
James Brown found the boots of a man that was hung by a noose
or desired
But most of those wishes had to do with being a survivor
As I am about to embark a change - quote - unquote
That makes no sense
I sit still and look
reform better be on the way (On the way)
Cuz all of my people we here to stay
And courts better change too bitch, it’s judgement day
Move I can’t breathe
only time I'm repetitive
Working on my craft everyday until I'm a specialist
A King stand by it just like Coretta did
Only about me God green and my
could go back and tell him better
But now it's too late
All of them hours outside
Taking jump shots in the rain
14 years old dunking
A young Lebron James
[Operator]
Too Black Records
[James A. Smith]
Yeah, this is Jay
[Operator]
Hold on, Jay
[Too Black Records Representative]
Hey Jay, long
and BennyFly then
Asked me to join fuck it I was all in
As time went on Rob went Hans Solo
Me and James joined the Children's Crusade
Relivin' 'em days like
Since I've been gone, I thought about you everyday
Here I am, back in you again
Here we go
Verse Three: Rick James
One minute I'm in jail, the next
Windows in New York City
All dressed up with ribbons and smiles
Snow covers the park like a carpet
And bills on white carriages roll by in style
St.
I'll be sitting on Mars
I don't post on blogs or chat about what singers gay
I don't switch green names and change up everything I say
I don't let
still gang nigga
Everybody on their way up
We ain't stagnated out here na mean
It's all funny how things change though you heard
Said ain't it funny how
stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The number one stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
James Bond, Jackie Chan, and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes,
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