Lyrics:
your ho back but she stuck to me
RIP Mike and Pistol Pete
New to you, but it's old to me
Walking in flames, I can't see my feet
All of you niggas
the doctor,
"She's very low," he said;
Went back to see my baby
Good God! She's lying there dead.
I went down to old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by
a Game
Every time I hop up on the track it's a flame
What's my name
TURO
Now you know my name
I'm insane and I'm in pain
Listening to Rick James
Thinking
none of my own.
Now come all ye young men that's inclined to get married
Take my advice and let the women alone.
For by the Lord Harry, if ever
a plastic FN, a lil' under 4 pounds (woah, woah)
I send a jet to Miami to pick up his old pounds (O's, get it)
My bro got the shout it the long way
Repeat
I'll take myself a walk around the block.
Till she comes back to dance the Castle Rock.
(Go get em, Harry [James], for old time's sake)
I'm mad
So yeah, basically
A lot of people ask me how life was then
So here it is
My old home smelled of good birth
Boiled red beans, kernel oil
A very old friend came by today
'Cause he was telling everyone in town
Of the love that he just found
And Marie's the name of his latest flame
A very old friend came by today
'Cause he was telling everyone in town
Of the love that he just found
And Marie's the name of his latest flame
Jay-Z off of "Jigga That Nigga"
"I'm old school like my dad is"- J-Ro on De La Soul's "My Writes"
"True, that's old school"- Mos Def on BlackStarr's
the same hustle, cause you know it's all the same thing
Bitch I'm from the gang gang, the land of the gang bang
Big game James 42 up on my jersey mang
This music thing has always been a part of me
As young as maybe even five years old
With my father and uncles
And aunts even
They all were part
here is the damned old damned old flame.
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He likes to take advantage of the stories
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
"Slow Jamz
" holla at your man
Old school like Melle Mel
Or we could go to the D where Drelle Drel
Or DC, PG, or ATL
Back in Chi, I mean my life like
the guys I miss
Can't get caught by the flame with same old risk
Won't beef with my Dawg can't go like Vick
If I send them they wiping his nose he sick
Do
rapper
Oh, look, my notebook looks smoke-cooked
Like the flow stood a foot over the flame on the stove, soot
Charred debris floatin' like Oakwood was
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
old time's sake
Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break
Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
(You are now smoking with
she my new flame
And my old lady know I gotta keep that cane
Keep that sugar momma put a baby in my name
My shooter quick with it he ain't gotta take
Saint James Infirmary
It was down in old Joe's barroom
On a corner down by the square
Now the drinks were served as usual
And the usual crowd was
(Popi Riqo)
I’m bring that boom plant explosion
It’s LeBron Riqo James the one that Chosen
Keep like Pat Riley with heat but my Heart is frozen
Blank look
of gray, spoke: "Challis must be chosen. This
is the secret I have carried with me for all these
years. Although I was once rebuffed by my only true
love,
on the mic, then I just roar, listen to James
To get the motivation I need to draw my sword and spit some flames
As I was taught to, give y'all music y'all can
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