Lyrics:
Com’ de presse en dilettante ou j’vide un bidon d’essence
Ta réputation puante, j’fume et fais valser tes dents
Qu’importe on t’ dead yeah
On te fuck et
to keep you gruntin'
My name is Cool J, I'm from the rock
Circulating through your radio non-stop
I'm lookin' at the wires behind the cassette
And now I'm
And ever since then
Daddy built churches in the hood
But it's hard to see my cousins in
A box made out of wood
Statistically they said that I'd
Be dead by 23
start static
With my dead homie, or by myself
Everytime, I pull the AK off the shelf
Security is maximum and that's a law
K-I-double-L-A, I'm raw
Bitch,
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
j’vend la lean
Ils en raffolent donc j’en refait
Rien que ça tourne dans toute la ville
(Hey!)
Poto sip ta lean
(Ouais)
Poto sip ta lean
(Hey!)
(Poto sip
Ay yo, this shit be off the knock it rock
Whatever cock block it
Cat get blown, who own this
Street corner
Foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer
Offset
J
Go hard
As if you were a
Rock upon a mountain
Spit your truth with
Liquid flow to
Imitate a fountain
A wellspring of knowledge
Lord knows
Niggas on that wrathful edge, SB is Grateful Dead
My bitch is J. Lo bad, I give Felecia the grapefruit head (ha)
I don't beef with rappers, I fill this
and the city on my back
Grindin', you know where you can find me dead
President's homie cash, rule everything around me
I came from the bottom
pas de rock fort
Comme un footeux qui n'pense qu'au sport
Je n'pense qu'à ce que comporte les messages qu'on porte
J'ai l'étoffe d'un chef sur toutes
pied
On tient tête à la misère comme les Éthiopiens
Six bars pour faire le pire coup du siècle
Pis j'm'en va jusqu'en novembre, j'suis le Limoilou Wyclef
one shot ass
J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to you
Why would you fuck with me
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them
one shot ass
J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to you
Why would you fuck with me
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them
the boss, bitch payin' my fee
Only smoke blunts, give the J to wifey
Every now and then, I might hit the J like Kyrie
The ones that hate me the most look
me a brand new toy
Two turntables with a mic, and I learned to rock like Dolemite
Time went by, on this God's creation, I knew someday I would rock
Wagon Wagon
"If I'm gonna die
I'm going out riding the wagon"
[Violent J]
Hear it comes, the horrifying midnight wagon
Saggin, laggin, dead bodies
by my own orders (haha)
I'm my own rewarder (oooh)
J'z and Jogger'z (ayee)
Boutta get my next order (okay)
Shawty throw it on me like she got my
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection
Well, ya know Violent J's
Coleman rock the house
And Nick T rock the house
To my man Mike Daddy rock the house
And Joe Black rock the house
To my man J Steel rock the house
Tu fuck avec le best, baby
How you feel?
Personne ose test
Semble-t-il
So, j'suis l'meilleur, right
Dead or alive
J’oserais jamais tell a lie
It’s
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the
Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the
Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
or Kid Frost to an ese
This is for la raza Khalifa and Lupe
Dilated Peoples Migos Cool J
J Cole Jay Rock The Lox on D block
Detox DOC or Diddy with D Dot
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