Lyrics:
a friend"
I said, "What are you sayin hon, I gets no skin?"
I gave her some advice I put the shit on ice
And then I told her, yeah yeah
C'mon honey, don't
don't hate you, I love you (J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
It's not in my nature to hate you
Uh, our Father, Black Godfather, that's my religion (yeah)
You
can plan a pretty picnic
But you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson
Ten times out of nine, now if I'm lyin; fine
The quickest muzzle throw it on my
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
Uh, woo, you see
I go by the name of Kan the Louis Vuitton Don
I'm with my home girl
Who need to hook me up
With some of her home girls (don't
Can
Can you find me
Somebody
Somebody
Somebody
Somebody to love
Can you find me somebody to love
Freddie: Are you ready?
Freddie: Huh, are you ready
really no amount of
Money that could make
You more influential than you are now so my
Question is: What are you going
To do with all
Of the influence that
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin be -are-e-a-d way before this rap game nigga been town
Thought you theezy, for sheezy,
'Cause we 'bout to go
What's up, let's go, Freddie Gibbs!
These motherfuckers gon' respect my rhymes
They think that I'm a pretty boy
They like to rap
a blunt get high as the ceiling
In love girl I know that feeling
Okayy
Slide to my crib
Are you down to ridee
Cause I need you by my side
Ok slide ok slide
I grew up in Wyoming
In and around Jackson's hole
In the shadows of the Tetons
Where summers are hot
And winters unbearably cold
But
2300 Jackson street
2300 Jackson street
2300 Jackson street
Memories of growing up
And working hard
Our childhood passed us by
Mom
Report or Max Roach
Laid back like Freddie Hubbard trumpet notes
Cannonball Adderley, Eddie Harris, Mill Jackson
Like Ron Carter's bass lines will beat you
and structure steady action
Broke the braggadocious brother down to petty fractions
You're not Freddie Jackson but that's alright
You can still come to me
'cause now I'm all based out, ma dukes
(kid capri)
Oh man I like the way that's going down
Now why won't you do is kick a little freddie foxx
(freddie
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
and I love hoes,
But my ideal of love is different from yours, and my love goes,
Wham, bam, thank you maam,
When you wake up I'm gone and all you can
Reverend Jackson - If you had one thing to say to your wife about your love child, what would it be?
Well...
This one goes out to my baby's momma,
Written by Chuck Jackson and Marvin Yancy
I have a special message that I would like to leave with you
It's not anything real big, you can stick it
and structure steady action
Broke the braggadocious brother down to petty fractions
You're not Freddie Jackson but that's alright
You can still come to me
thicker than blood
They say blood is thicker than water
I say love is thicker than blood 'cause
You and I are bound by a love line
By a love line you
4 o'clock, you catch the new shit
A day I will never forget, when I heard Premier cut
"These are the words that I manifest"
Blew my mind , I'm like "I
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