Lyrics:
Kid you as sweet as a kiwi, face it, you not me, nigga
Ladi-dadi, the Gods like to party
We don't cause trouble, but we will make you a body
me how a young girl such as you
Might be thrilled and overwhelmed by me...
What hotel did you say you are staying at?
Wanna split right away?
Not so
fools like Aladeen
Smoking green and still feeling evergreen
Lit up the whole crowd like you'll be spitting gasoline
And thats me and this still means
always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be
Man life been so hard on me
By the grace of God I still get through
I know somebody watching over me
N now that you gone I hope you do too
I can't
some Bloods over there
To pop and bang
Yeah I'm talkin' HardenIt'll be more red
In Jersey than a Rocket's g you so trash
The way you rap now is old Cass'
forget any details
Vacation for My Soul
Miss me, baby
'Cause I'm missing you
Wherever we'll be
There will be rest for me
'Cause you're a vacation for my
be the first (nah)
Won't be the last, all we see is cash (yeah)
Your real story don't match what you rappin' 'bout (liar)
So keep the movies in,
that old long necked bottle
And we'll all go on a spree
For today was the last of that Wild Bill Jones
And tomorrow will be the last of me
They sent me
ain't drawing for no metal
I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of g
Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be
Sunshine, Rihanna, where you at?
You have my heart
And we'll never be worlds apart
Maybe in magazines
But you'll still be my star
Baby, 'cause in
Back then they ain't want me
I ain't hot as I'm suppose to (Be) but I'm still finna Mike Jones em
Wonder why tho I suppose they lookin over me like
by her makeup, plus the scent was there
So I sashayed over to her and, ah, spoke of my plan
She screamed and said, "Are you asking to make love
factory
So Henry is nothing without my family tree
And his slave-owning family needed Black blood still
So I think we need a spot up on Henry's will
night
Hey baby, stick around
There's a fire in the fireplace
Of someone's house
You can see the smoke rise up into the clouds
Lit by the moonlight
Sunshine, Rihanna, where you at?
You have my heart
And we'll never be worlds apart
Maybe in magazines
But you'll still be my star
Baby, 'cause in
for this is my ticket to the Edmonton 5000, which will be given up for you.
UNCLE WALTER:
In a similar way, when their allotted time in the racquetball
the bond would be this strong A
Have me wrapped around your pinky writing songs A
Apparently as you can see she wasn't wrong A
She wasn't wrong but there
sure, there is
A direct, not inferred, reference in
Her lyrics to "salad tossing"
Which, to be clear
Is the act of being anally probed
By someone else's
Colli park
Who
Mike Jones
Who
Mike Jones
Smurf
You did the fool with this one baby
I got hurricane chris (say girl, say girl)
And right now
who goes by basil
Brian Reader, John Kenny Collins
Daniel Jones and Terry Perkins
And whose identity stills to unravel
Man at large who goes by basil
to the Romans
Then I will change my name to Jones
If you're looking at me to be an accountant
Then you will look but you will never see
If you're looking
JK: Is that a new grill you have there?
KW: Nah they've been in my
Mouth for three years
JK: That one on the bottom? OK
Well it's good to see you
KW:
Yeah
When it's all in my hands, will I start to see
That this was just part of the plan yeah it was meant to be
Especially when following
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