Lyrics:
gear since '89
And shorty wit diamonds from South African mines
Now it's '99, nearly 2 G, still in coogie
Crib wit Jacuzzi, it is in the movie
I take
Stayin in my zone
Kanye watch the throne
Falcons lead got blown
Don't blame julio jones
The score was 28 to 3
Brady said count on me
Then he led his team
sourdough
Growing up I never fit in
Chilling in the outer zone
Things been only getting better
Feeling like I'm Howard Jones
I gotta shine each time I
Step up
don't know me
I'm part Howard Hues, part horny, part holy
First trip on the ramp is the rock and rolly
Keep one on my staff with a new pro-chromy
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
Jones
She look like Jim
By my side I feel like him
Brand new wig she feel like Kim
She want some skims
I want some rims
Brand new butt she got new limbs
You know we doin' a song for the ladies, they want records too, you know
So if you want to come kick it wit some real pimp, a real man, a young boss
in his time
Saved the widows farm but spread chaos and alarm
Maybe he was driven to his crimes
Song was made by Billy Gascade
Soon as the news did
and fades into next song Memory Lane]
Haha ha, yeah, its Lovely Daze man (that's right). Jim Jones, fuck it
shit, Capo Status. What's fuckin wit that man
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
two new ones
When they plastered those dip-shit's Dylan
Klebold and Eric Harris'
Pictures on the front of every
Newspaper don't be surprised if
Every
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
Francis!
Francis! be careful!
Trying so hard to keep up with the Jones's
Running a rat racing won by our noses
Always put one foot in front
the consequences'll transform you
So cowards, and loud mouth clowns is the new normal
Scarey ass niggas, they all in disguise
They ain't really bout that lifestyle,
o'clock with the Duke of York
To my photo-fit picture on the news report
Who'd have thought ? I caught glares true to form
On a nudist resort selling shares
Since you turned the tables on me
I've been steady and learnin' lonely
Keepin' this turntable spinnin'
Everything from Jones to Jennings
Slowly
find the yellow brick road
When I make a new song I run that shit back and I feel that shit in my soul
Music to me is like pouring water on a plant
This
I'm drinking that George Jones
Chase it down with a Wynette song
Burn a little Willie Nelson all night long
Putting Ol' Waylon on
I'm going to get all
Give me some Howard Zinn
And Woody Guthrie
Won't you please shut off
that 24 hour TV
It's not truth
It's only editorial
It's not news
It's something
of darkness(Yeah)
Are you afraid of the new style of me? this is for me yes
The new style is the “Devilishly”, full of coverage
This song is the foundation
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
but Slim Shady is for the children!" (Hey, wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, fuck it
Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like
but Slim Shady is for the children!" (Hey, wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, fuck it
Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like
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