Lyrics:
the name of cnnabel Lee
By the name of cnnabel Lee
This was the reason that, long ago
In this kingdom by the sea
The winds blew out of a cloud, chilling
My
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
and back up off him
Kweli spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee
The real emcee, that your favorite rapper used to be
One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly
featuring Tracey Lee
[Changing Faces]
Chillin' at home thinking about what we gon' do
What are we in this for
'cause we ain't in
that grows on a tree
I'm the only one,the only one no one after me
Thai chi or kungfu siphukuphu bhutsuu
Jackie Chan you are sweet
I am Bruce Lee ke
at the function and you know I Kojak
To all the party people that are on my Bozac
I've got more action than my man, John Woo
And I've got mad hits like I was Rod
fragments
To calculate my strategies
Win all of my matches
Life ain't a game
Yet still I practice
You could never take my queen
That's just preposterous
One
daddy's gone.
And my momma met a maker
Oh to hell with that place.
So I said quit your talking
Your sideways walking
Time to find another path
heard she got that (Boston Crab)
Batteries in your back, go by what he say
Just need you to know that it's no lee-way,
and the tables are turned, go DJ
So
shit, yeah, that's why they don't like me
Chrome Hearts frames on my face like Spike Lee
Six figures worth of diamonds sittin' on my white tee
the nigga that be gettin' rappers heated
I'm j-ro, and my style is darker than a mole
My rhyme is so hot you got to stop drop and roll
All the liks
won't none of y'all rap tonight
Goat (Killa) kosher Halal
Bow down princess, you love my style goat
Witness animal sacrifice
I bar up, won't none
at the function and you know I Kojak
To all the party people that are on my Bozac
I've got more action than my man, John Woo
And I've got mad hits like I was Rod
at the function and you know I Kojak
To all the party people that are on my Bozac
I've got more action than my man, John Woo
And I've got mad hits like I was Rod
to fever in June
As smooth as honey our bodies collide
Your legs and fingers tangled in mine
I could be here all day with you by my side
And add some Peggy
free
Back when style was the name belt buckles and Lee's
Boomers, Sticky green trees
("Hit the stereo in an instant")
("And then I twist up a bud
just get me depressed
Well I guess a 9 to 5 isn't
A way to end my quest
I see mad MCs with fat raps and
Thinkin' if Whodini could ever
Compete with that
my friend Lee
In the Jag blowing smoke with a 10 piece
Graduated from semipro to the big leagues
Had to let them know what the six meant
That's where
reason
I stay to my pape, stack that shit like scrapes
Thugging by my lonely, smoke exotic to the face
Damn cel, you perfect
That's an awful lot of black
the hood, just shooting the breeze
My partners on the cut smoking swisher sweets
Tripping on the hoochies rolling by in they rides
Guzzling up a forty
You hittin' this nigga, how that sound?"
Huh, first of all you got me mixed up with
Somebody ya done slept with, hold up
That's my Neneh Cherry shit,
You hittin' this nigga, how that sound?"
Huh, first of all you got me mixed up with
Somebody ya done slept with, hold up
That's my Neneh Cherry shit,
Lee
Singing Is that all there is
Will I be back in my youth
Receiving my very first kiss
Will all my questions be answered
Will I finally know why
Will
police trying to pull niggas over on this one
We taking this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style Thug style
You feel me, things that we can only do
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