Lyrics:
stalker
I'm the image of the man they call the J.D. Walker
If you're gonna be my girl, just come along
And just clap your hands to my funky song
I don't
call the J.D. walker
If you're gonna be my girl, just come along
And just clap your hands to my funky song
I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't
cgbanilagbatan
(cjagun ma fi ti' bon se o - Ultimate Deliverer - The Warrior that never uses amunition)
cgbanilagbatan
Everybody lift your voice and call Him
Been infused by Craig Hodges and Abdul-Rauf
Examples like Olympic, Black Power salutes
To Panther troops, I saw as I pursued my truth
If racism is
than this broke nigga ever seen
"Oye primo, llegó ya el generalisimo!"
Then we hit them skis like we's in Olimpicos
Put ya hands up everybody
All of yall
you got a rope to hang yourself
I rob for self, from Brooklyn, where else
Fat like a Lexus coupe, I'll rip your troop
Not even Lois Lnae could get
a cantaloupe
Hope you got a rope to hang yourself
I rob for self, from Brooklyn, where else
Fat like a Lexus coupe, I'll rip your troop
Not even Lois Lane
The world’s my stage yea
No one better play me
Throw me my bouquet yea
Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap
Don’t need to fantasize
It’s how I live my life
Everybody’s got
Cause I ain't never went nowhere, I still got business here
All my b****es get your hands in the air
Now BACK THAT A**, UP ON ME - now let's roll
Go,
Cause I ain't never went nowhere, I still got business here
All my bitches get your hands in the air
Now BACK THAT ASS, UP ON ME - now let's roll
Go,
me
J
Tell me lies girl make it sweet
I’ve been down this road with you
I’ve been burned before by you I’m finally okay
I saw your call I let it ring
struttin'
Cause time passes everyone by
Sooner or later
It all come tumbling down
Sooner or later
Your head's gonna hit the ground
Pretty woman smiling in
what?
Can't stop now
Just getting started
Everybody, clap your hands
Come on
Everybody, let's dance
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, what a feeling
When we're
hands, clap your hands
If you're sexy and you know it, clap your hands, clap your-
If you're sexy and you know it- look
(Ayy, turn me up Bally)
Money
Come on and lay your troubles down
Just clap your hands for a while
Come let me see you smile
Clap clap your hands for me
It's just a party in here
Coz
ak-filled
Get your mouth blown off like
The hand that feeds you
Yeah little motherfucker put the
Hammer in diesel
G-Unit Game Over this is only a preview
the Golden Gate Bridge
My mind is in the solider state
Forever real, troops'll never squeal, so my Beretta's peel
leisurely, and penetrate your mental shield,
to get down
what? You say what?
It's love now
Just get started
Everybody clap your hands, come on
Everybody have sense
[Cowboy]
You don't stop and everybody hiphop
You don't stop and then find your ?
Just clap your hands and get on the go
Then you rock to the beat in
boom boom clap
The kind of shit that'll split your cuckoo clock
I'm goof troop Max when he do shroom caps
In a Doom mask sluicing through my loose screw
many lines
Just to make us feel good and the very last time
Everybody claps with your hands
Here we go now
For the last time
Yeah
us feel good and the very last time
Everybody claps with your hands
Here we go now
For the last time
Yeah
to say, Halleluiah
You still loved me, when I never even knew Ya
Here's to the Man, clap your hands to the song
Sounds of Blackness, Salt-N-Pepa say, peace
[Cowboy]
You don't stop and everybody hiphop
You don't stop and then find your ?
Just clap your hands and get on the go
Then you rock to the beat in
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