Lyrics:
something like Capone
Been Playing ever since 13
Learn the rules to the game
And the game becomes a routine
Won't stop till I'm sitting in a limousine
(Alpha
thirsty and they nodding and the be ?
They see me my actions
I cruise by in a Beemer just laughing
I let that rock and roll
I coping poppy's load
It
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick
used by me the HOV
Look at my hair free, care free
Niggas ain't near free
Enjoy your chains, what's your employer name with the hair piece?
I
Words and music by John Kay and Michael Wilk
Money, money, day and night
You got to pay and pay
Well, I tell you honey, it just ain't right
To let
it Keep it coming
Abominable bars brought to you by Phenomenal flaws
Michael Jackson thriller flow off the Wall
I'm appalled cuz all y'all thought I
lessons
I'm driving in a dream car
No
I'm just dreaming 'bout going far
But I know that every time I look around me
I see things that
Make my mind cloudy
a bitch by adjusting the antennas
But if she demand it your betta forget it
She's psycho like Michael
You might go and wake up to knives and rifles
When
the microphone
(One two, check one two) You know whassup
Chubb Rock, KRS-One, get 'cha mind blown
Now we gon' talk about.. {Reputation!}
Your reputation
(It's
the one getting pushed around
Now they try to paint you as a victim
But as a painter I must say
They've done very poorly
Spending years in cells
And I
even trust my friend
Look around I had no Friends
At All
In this game its sink or Swim/
Sink or Swim , Sink or Swim
In this game yea you either
It was back around the turn of the centuries,
Back around nineteen hundred & thirteen,
There was a Negro pugilist his name was Jack Johnson.
instrument
Gonna play to you baby
Like a fine instrument
Gonna sit down baby
Put you in my lap
That's gonna be that
Whoo
Gonna learn to play you baby
Gonna
bitches gettin' shot
(Rock It Down)
It's Young Buck and look I'm back around
with the birds and the pounds
Keep the price up in this town
Right noww!
I even
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
I said a hip hop,
Hippie to the hippie,
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,
the whiskey's still gonna talk the same
By three drinks in, they're gonna know her name
You can hang around a brand-new crowd
To kill some time, yeah, you can
Look me in my eyes
Tell me what the fuck you see
Out here tryna'
show these crackers
I can chase a dream
Lil black boy harassed
Everyday by
to yourself?
Everybody moving up, you just staying by yourself!"
They say "James- you gon' fuck around and
Break a couple hearts in this bitch, yo check it uh"
(C'mon) It's the Roc
(C'mon) It's the Roc
(C'mon) It's the Roc
(C'mon) Let's rock
(C'mon)
Things got too hot so I jumped off in this rap shit
we're steppin' out of here,
You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,
Huh huh, you better think again, my friend
Because the door is closed
the rifle
I'll bun a mic man like Ital
Fry a man's head like Pepsi did Michael
I will seperate the groom from the bridal
Listen and learn, it's my turn
I'll
and thousands of very good MC's
A poet will flow like the breeze
Like the wind, air is all around us
From what I hear, it's a good thing you found us
And in
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