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Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
Man with no music but happy he's free
Bailin' fast as I can bail down 19th Street
I got my sacks
crazy is that big fat yellow moon
Look up that pale light
Well she's waking the trees
I'm drifting in your hoodoo
And it amazes me
That magnolia
Water glock, keep it concealed under my waistband
If you didn’t know by now, nobody’s safe man
I come equipped with a 5 gallon clip
Bustin’ like
escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
Man with no music but happy he's free
Bailin fast as I can bail down 19th Street
I got my sacks
a 16 ting yeah
Ok, Yes man i’m bringing him because I
Knew he was alright let’s go, ok, Skepta
I’m not scared of DEVelopment
DEVelopment ain’t in
Ah, my daddy wore a Stetson and a hundred dollar suit
Developed a cravin' for the black man's blues
At five point sturdy, knew his way 'round
Mmmmmm (uhh Junior M.A.F.I.A.)
It's my time to shine (peace to all originals)
Ohhhhh (peace to all those gone)
Yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Junior and Donny got the blues
Who cares?
California things are groovin'
Berkeley things are movin'
A world is a world and I don't care what you say
Well
It's time to take you to the other side
The side you gotta watch your A&E cable television for homie
But we live this shit
I'm not a star, well
yo head up man we got you
[R. Kelly] How is lil' junior? And my beautiful daughter?
[Keyshia Cole] Fine, they jus miss they daddy
[R. Kelly] Well
Another seizure, so I woke up in intensive care
Pray you treat a poor man like he was a millionaire
Actresses comin' to see me like a movie premiere
Dope
good and plenty
Representin' B-Town in the house
Junior Mafia, mad flavor
Uh, uh, yeah, aight
You know very well
Who you are
Don't let 'em hold
(*talking*)
Say Slim, what's the deal baby
(making this money man) uh-huh, true that true that
Check this out, it's going down over here
painted by a man you knew,
someone you dated in '82
An autographed picture of Junior Wells
I didn't even know you liked soul that well
Three pieces of paper
The one you bought from that dude when you were high?
Yeah
We'll push the van down the hill
Out behind the junior high
We should push the van down
Mafia, mad flavor (Bad Boy)
Uh, uh, yeah, aight (I see you, Cooch, come on)
Yeah (oh)
Ha, Junior Mafia (hey, yeah)
Ha
You know very well
You
Mafia, mad flavor (Bad Boy)
Uh, uh, yeah, aight (I see you, Cooch, come on)
Yeah (oh)
Ha, Junior Mafia (hey, yeah)
Ha
You know very well
You
Craig, crush the hash
The Beretta's in the stash
Well, bang! let's kick it off like a butt
More fakes than Allen front to leave
You lost like a treasure
Yeah (oh)
Ha, Junior Mafia (hey, yeah)
Ha
You know very well
You know (Puff Daddy)
Who you are
Don't let 'em hold you-
callin' my phone
M-mister, y'all must've forgot the
King of the throne
Aw man! Ayo Kay! Ayo what up Red Alert?
I don't think they ready for this
Well they
made such a mark
That they gave me the post of a junior clerk.
I served the writs with a smile so bland,
And I copied all the letters in a big round
people know him by the name of, uh, Microphone Mike
But those of us who know him well call him Michael Troy Nine
Give it up, give it up
I wanna give
knockin' with caution
Hope they applaud it when I make to you
Well determined to have him learn it
When I have a Junior, yeah
With everything I learned
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