Lyrics:
wouldn't care
We'll steal her Lexus, be detectives
Ride 'round picking up clues
We'll name our children, Jackie and Wilson
Raise 'em on rhythm and blues
lyrics in my mouth
Bitches in the south showin' ass (mm)
Mix a lot, got hoes puttin' titties on the glass
We blast in the west for example
And rap
that's
Lyrics courtesy Top40db.
Given me the courage and
Strength to go on and on
And for you, I sing this song
My pockets ain't filled with money
peace or quiet
Now treatment is teaching
But her head is still wired, receiving
She'll take it to Mt. Wilson from the magpie cage
No money, no
Now, the effects of such lyrics on a well adjusted child may not be cataclysmic
Senator Hollings: It's outrageous filth!
Senator Trible: Rather
owwwwwwwwww
alright
land of a thousand dances by wilson pickett
you got to know how to pony, like bony maronie
do the mash potato, do the alligator
[ KM.G ]
Yo, this is somethin new by notorious-ass Above the Law
In the motherfuckin place
The Illustrator KM.G
Yo 187, you gotta let em know what's
I really miss my dead friend
I really miss my dead friend
I really miss my dead friend
I really miss my dead friend
Singing em lyrics hit different
When everyone was listening, you could just blast them by yourself
And learn every fucking lyric to them
I loved it so much, it was like hysterics
derrumbe
Sobre un boombap oro fundo
From the lyrics son ma' chains
Provienen de un lugar oscuro sólo hay luz sin enciendo el puro y
Resulto no to be my way
late (for you)
Hey, listen!
I've have a message for you!
Listen to me!
Spoken:
You know a friend of mine
Called me the other day
By the name of Joe
trees
The redbones are howling down by Wilson's Bridge
The lawmen stand waiting upon Deadman's Ridge
[Chorus]
Ooh Carolina so dark I can't see
I still recall the morning that I met you
Standing out in front of Wilson's five and dime
Staring through the window at the jewelry
Hungry for
he steals is quite unique
He takes your goods and gold by night
Pawns 'em in the broad daylight
He broke into the Wilson's home
They'd left so he was
Turn the beat up a little bit more in here, Bengineer, please!
I guess I'm doing this one by myself
If you can't just be good with being by
When they locked him up inside
And she nicknamed him her teardrop
For the tattoo by his eye
Now she's sleeping in her bed
And he's sleeping in her
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
Harold Wilson is my name, son
Why don't you sit a spell
I live right here on the Fergusson Road
At the Paradise Motel
And though you do not
Stronger than the muscle
Link with you uh fuck no
Spazz on you i wilson
Like the name was russell
Living is a struggle
Tear drop by the puddle
I wanna thank y'all for supporting Juice Music Group
And this new album called Society's Genius by Juice Jones
I was poverty's fool
But now I'ma give
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
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
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