Lyrics:
Are backed by a pack of straight white honky quacks
Are backed by a pack of straight white honky quacks
Old Jim Jones and Tommy T
Were lovers
Hollywood... tell me something: have you ever met Davey Jones? or Bobby Sherman?
No.. no, I ..
I mean... David Cassady, he's so...
Jimmy Greenspoon, once I...
It's just me by my lonesome
Lonesome
4,3,2, now I'm on 1
On 1
Over here you don't want none
Want none
Call me Najje the son of a gun
I hold it down
promise not fast enough
He talking shit, I can tell by his breathe and that nigga a bum, I just need him to back it up
He think he tough but he ain't, shut
the kidnapping van
Hmm, makes sense cuz they're clowns
RiceGum is worse than anyone from some cum
Like Plankton lives in a chum bucket like a bum
Cuz I could be
starting to change
From living my life in the dark to living in light in Christ and walking by faith
All of the sins I committed they come with a price
Oklahoma
I be countin up this paper I don't tote guns
All you do is hate lil nigga you a whole bum
Stay independent nigga ion trust no one
Headed to the top
LOST STAR
LOST STARS
FOREIGN CAR
Ugh, always getting
I'm feeling so
(Lost ya)
Lost ya
(By a mile by far)
Lost Star
(aye, aye)
Aye, ooo, ooo
Yea, ooo,
them
Say a prayer for them
Let 'em know that God's there for them
This is how the world will
Know that you're His
And by the way that you will love
Verse
Meet Kentuckiana jones
Mr bad to the bone
Ain’t you happy I’m home
I happily roamed
With Nappy it’s known
We’re taking every city by storm
Im
by the time you made that
He ain't saving what he made back
All the time you spent to make that
He ain't planning for the days that
Unexpectedly come
thumbs
Get money or you bum
Rob a nigga just for fun
Niggas wicked where I'm from
See growing up
I ain't have much
So I ain't give a fuck
Want the smoke
and
Any night i'd fight 1,000 boulders
Be like Indiana Jones
Just to have a moment
See the bright skyline
You and I grow older
Indecision gonna kill us
What
Ich bin back mit der Gun unter'm Sportcoupé-Sitz
Bossgenetik in der Doppelhelix
Rap braucht jemand', der den Job erledigt
Drive-By, zwei, drei
we can see about it
A little kung pao, is how I ride with the drum now
Tight rhymes, spicy hot but them bums foul
I'm rather powerful when I like
If Mary Jane was a hoe, would you kiss her
If you jones up the Coco, would you miss her
Times of the essence
Drowning in the darkness
Trynna escape
fiend though, I'll come fuck up your whole town like el nino
I'm the hottest nigga you've seen though
Jumpin outta lex coupe
With jimmy jones right next
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
Joe Hill wrote a song for the
Free speech fight of uh, 1910
And it was introduced on the streets
Of Spokane by Haywire MacMclintok
Him what, He was
He wrote the script
And set the stage
By His design, each character was named
He was there when my story began
He alone knows how it will end
selfish I don't even take selfies just saying
They think I'm just playing
Must be something with the tone, dealing with the Jones, is all about me I need
hazardous
Seeds can't be saved by JESUS Of Nazareth
Sell my nigga weed, its halarious
They squeese at the cabbages, seeds in the carrage's (the kids)
of the eyes and the pride of respect
Christian's with no Jesus evident in they nature
Fruit never falls far from the tree of the Creator
Lead by the Spirit not
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
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