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Then put it on Worldstar, or YouTube
Yo Tune' what it do?
Got some bitches in the lobby and
I'm 'bout to send them through
I'm Kobes rings, nigga, who
baby I know we driving you crazy
And then we hit with the greatest of all times, times times
No matter what you do baby, we gon' shine and you know
baby I know we driving you crazy
And then we hit with the greatest of all times, times times
No matter what you do baby, we gon' shine and you know
I swear I got billies in my jeans
I'm not Michael Jackson, got these billies in my jeans
They just tryna watch me live my life like in 3D
They like
Talking to the man in the mirror das my reaction
Been my passion since Michael n Alan Jackson
Me going backwards I really couldn't imagine
But it
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
Jackson, Grants, Benjimens
I can't sleep at night
Cause
When I close my eyes
All I see is dead faces
I'm haunted
By the root the of evil
You expect me
What's love got to do
When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by
What's love got to do
When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by
Baby girl tell me what you wanna do
Baby girl tell me how you wanna move
I'll take notes then I head off to the stu
To cook whatever you had wanted
where to go now
Don't know what to do now
I'm sorry Miss Jackson
2nd verse: Jay LaMark
Look, Yo
Send all them shots up my way
& think I'm bout to run
the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're
or something
He's supposed to be callin' me in any minute now, yeah
Like, any minute
Hold on, hold on, lemme get the phone
Hello? Jackson here
Yeah, what
fading, my authority's gone
Do with it what you want, my identity's yours
Sinking lower as the days pass
Ignoring the calls from those I talked last
It's
owned that shit
Mama I told you we gon' be okay
Whippin' that Benz and she live in L.A
Tryna thank God but don't know what to say
Don't call that
me here
So what I look like telling a nigga that I shouldn't be here
Power to the people so the people shouldn't live in fear
And I'll be that raising
TROYVIXIOUS
I bet you nobody can do it like me
I get everything by the count of three
Stupid ass hoe think she playing me
But I ain't mad, I just
bicycle!"
PAUL MCCARTNEY AND MICHAEL JACKSON
"Gee Carol, those mud stains'll never wash out."
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
"Oh, Jean, what am I going to do?"
VAN HALEN
Count my bankroll, what she gon' do to me I cannot expose
She said I slide on beats like Michael Jackson
Ooh, ooh
Count my bankroll, what she gon' do
and Kelsey ain't do it then that bitch shot herself (haha)
Think about it, any three of them might could be the shooter
Don't take what I say personal it's
now, any minute
Hold on, hold on, lemme get the phone
Hello? Jackson here
Ya, what? you found Manuel Noriega?
In the Philippines? He has a mansion?
Ok,
or something
He's supposed to be callin' me in any minute now, yeah
Like, any minute
Hold on, hold on, lemme get the phone
Hello? Jackson here
Yeah, what
mine like, "How do we shine?"
With the pedal to the floor, never saw what's behind
Certified live, sittin' in park, you feel my drive
My nine to five
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
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