Lyrics:
like I'm Johnson
They jaw stuck in awesome
I'm Sherlock, you're Watson
I spit flame no arson
Drink milk by the carton
It's james bitch, no harden
I chew
rap
You need the incentive
When it come to women I just be sensitive
When it be rappers I'm getting insensitive
Making some incidents
Been lost my
your clique is squad cars
Niggas need to get Crown Vic'ed these days
Stop kicking it, you couldn't fit in my old socks
Let alone my shoes
I'm not
, and he's a cool guy
And you'll really need him, I mean need to really get to know him
Ladies and gentleman, from all houses, to all towns
From
to touchin' on me (woo, woo)
I put all my money on it
'Cause you know you workin' with some ass, yeah, you bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his
albums don't sound real bad
I'm Too $hort baby, I ain't no punk
I'm just askin 'Can I sample the funk?'
So can we sample the funk?
Bitch!
Yeah, you
[Intro: Ghostface Killah (sample)]
(What did I do? Was the thing so bad?) It's like...
Yo, there ain't too many people I would die for
That I
(yeah)
Pussy by himself, he's battlin' with his friends
Aww, you man are so insecure, man, it's a joke (man, it's a joke)
I need a Ballon D'or, 'cause
'll see you round the way
If you need me
Tried to call but I ain't know what else to say
So I'll just see you 'round the way
You say he ain't treatin you
a james earl ray
And with that, before they turn me into a martyr for some info
I'm fully automatic malcolm little by the window
And even when they paint us
Ya I been through so much damn suffering
This type of wound that I got needs special love not no medicine
James James James James James James James
think that I'm a bad friend
Rootin' tootin' shooter with a bad hand
Only got one arm, he's a dead man
I should leave him hanging by his own neck
I ain't
about this."
I'm through just getting by
Countless times a friend has told me
Watch out for the wave
Now it seems the sea will be my grave
And still you
don't want ya if you got baggage
Don't worry where B.R.A.H at
Or where B.R.A.H. going
Gotta big me name up so I'm always outgoing
Foul with music ain't no
I'm stuck in a dream state
A psychopath, and Diddley Dog is my teammate
See we a closer, to Fred and Barney Rubble
So step to Bad-N-Fluenz and you
And every now and then ol' Willie would grin and say
'Hey you play alright' (and that made me feel so good)
I remember the best times of all when Saturday
now and then ol' Willie would grin and say
'Hey you play alright' (and that made me feel so good)
I remember the best times of all when Saturday came
wings and take to the sky
But until that morning there is nothing can harm you
With your daddy and mommy standing by
They are standing by, I know,
Cut you up so bad you need more than a band aid
Make MC's forfeit, think they lost it
Get over-exhausted, I rock the raw shit
Bust it, peep it,
I feel fantastic
Drippin' like I'm James Bond, boy I'm bout that action
Bad bitches, 21 and over, looking savage
When I stepped in you know I
Dress to kill by the grim reaper
Alumni snap, fuck Tisa
You niggas all dressed in fuck-season,
I walk thru the sand in these Lebron James South Beachers,
you leave behind catastrophe
Girl you bad and I can see why (see why)
Queen B of the Beehive (beehive)
Gucci boots is knee high
And you fly by in G5
You
we share
Special times alone (ahh)
Just don't ever change
'Cause I'm so into you
And you know it feels good , know that you're by my side (yeah)
Not pickin' cotton
But pickin' up mics and rockin'
Recoppin' so I can feel richer
So I started drinkin' real liquor
Send me a groupie
And I will stick
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