Lyrics:
I've been running on E
And i'm a keep running
I've been killing each track
For the past 3 summers
Leave the stats for the league
I don't care about
Just shake your rump
All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
Just shake your rump
Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3-4
Check, baby,
said "Before the sheriff comes I wanna tell you," Said "Listen boy
Learn to hoist a jack and learn to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take
to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to."
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John
to the window, bitch, keep watching
Chopping on that 808, ride by your house and make the window shake
And the beat so hard, make the tempo break
And the next
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
I-I-I, I, I-I-I, I
I-I-I, I, I-I-I, I
I-I-I, I, I-I-I, I, I, I
You stand with your hand on my waistline
It's a scene, and we're out here in plain
meahoum no peace
I will do it by myself daba no l7is
Ouuuuuwaaah
3aysh la vie mamsouweeeqsh
Ra l art daba dani nqleb ela rassi f3alam kaml mzouwwweer
coming in as the time pass
3 hearses
3 verses
3 verses
3 hearses
3 verses
3 hearses
Always had a plan
You would thought that I rehearse this
Back around
a track
Learn to pick and shovel too and take my hammer
It'll do anything you tell it to"
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John Henry's pappy
to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to."
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John
Randy Mac is clockin a stupid grip
On the party track I'm cold lampin
But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin
You thought I fell off, I ain't even
don't give a fuck, bout the things you accomplish
I live in Texas, where we got snakes by the dozens
Truth be told, I only like three of my cousins.
Momma
Homie picked me up
We got pulled over by the police
He gets out the car and start dumping
I ran
I mean, what
Uh, uh, uh, shit
See, I feel everything,
rate, me one, two, three
Everything I do is just easy P
Yeah, I'm the one to be
Yeah, and that's fine with me
You don't know my name that's fine by me
of the path
But I love my life so I'll stay on track
We used to hang out by the tracks
Taco bell on the weekends yeah I loved that
That and fausto's was round
to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road)
mind over matter it's got a true-school-blue
betty cracker made it better
poindex the flex to track by Busta
with a little bit of sore from
I ain't holding back Imma speak what's on my mind
It's track after track and they all one of a kind
In a whole new world since I broke off
the best like me
Every time I'm in the mirror
I'm the best I see
Nigga, SAP on the track, who wan' test me?
Five, four, three, two, one
C'mon, Jadakiss come
Scars on my body
And I use it like Azami
Three bands on me
Got me moving like a zombie
Turned some violence into flowers
Sold it, Murakami
We bend,
You wanna get educated real quick?
The name is Tré
That means 3, yer heard?
In Spanish, but I'm a nigga
You ain't ever seen a nigga with a Spanish
T3EZ me
You will get checked just like ID
You will get wrecked just by me
Catch me in the pub, doing tai chi
No I'm not a toy, don't try me
Catch me
Damn back again up on track again
? 'round the bend
Some of y'all black again it got dark
On your mark get set out of sight out of mind
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