Lyrics:
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
why you be so clean
Fuck do you mean it’s all in my genes
The freshest thing every time on the scene
And got the Glock 45 wit the beam
Don’t like police
want the freak and the lady
All in the same broad
Ballin' - way before Jim Jones
I gots to be the richest
Nigga with this skintone
Somebody get
One, two, three
A thousand times a day
I tell you I love the way you smell
Even though it makes me cry
It's my favorite time to be alive
Every where look I see signs that its my time
Every where I turn I see my vision through the hard times
Every chance I get imma seek it cause its
I worked hard
I already have this talent
But I need to master it by working hard
I know I'm the best
But what will come next
If I don't work on my
Words and Music: Jim Johnston
Solo: Jim Brammer
Excuse me, Miz and Mister Cool,
I didn't mean to stumble on my words, and break your stupid rule,
hangin by myself cause I don't feel niggas
Aye
It's so hard bein a real nigga
It's so hard bein a real nigga
It's so hard bein a real nigga
But that's
look good today"
But what about yesterday? Like
What are you talking about?
"Oh, you look real nice today" (Nah, yeah)
There's only one day, by the way
the only way you gona solve em
Jack a stay plottin' watchin' your every move
N the minute you snooxe will be the minute you lose, dude
Das the rules so I
Short-sighted to say it was a long time ago
Not even two life times have passed since the days of Lincoln
The sins of Andrew Jackson, the shame of Jim Crow
inside urns without debating
Every time the LP whirled I went full erkle took notes
Until it came full circle made sense and I can hex
Every hurdle middle
them signals, yeah
'Cause I hope by the end of the night
That you wanna come take a ride with me
Señorita
Know every time that I meet ya
Just
Govern your mental
Like the People's Temple
These Jim Jones motherfuckers
Got us limited
To throwing stones
The pressure's on for the dollar
Welcome
own crib, I can afford my car
Fans say my music helps them when they're going through hard times
I speak my mind even when I'm going too far
Even
Then we breezing the law
Blowing that weed from my jaw
G's up hoe's down
East Side to by dog
(East Side)
All the time man
Thanks for even asking
I don't cross every T i don't dot every I
I've got more flaws than a little
And I messed up a thousand times
I don't always commit
Sometimes I give
These are words to live by
Billy?s washing dishes and all the time he wishes he could find a better way
Yea and no season had rain for a country singer
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
Set it straight or set it off
Like Queen Latifah's braids
Serenades for seven days
Laid back as they feed me grapes
For every time I came home
To beans
and raised in the outer lands
And at times you could say I'm out of hand
I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run
Every time that paper hits my tongue
Oh Lord it's hard to be humble
When you're perfect in every way
I can't wait to look in the mirror
Cause I get better looking each day
To know me
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