Lyrics:
'93, Rutherford B. Hayes died
The next day in January, John Tyler ended his ride
The 22nd, Lyndon Johnson, uttered his last word
Woodrow Wilson lost his
don't hear my shit, well I'll fart soon
Like George Clooney, I'm Up in the Air
You'll recognize my name and then you'll cheer
B. A. H. A
(Who Am I)
B. A.
'twas throat cancer, no other reason found
Rutherford B. Hayes' suffered from heart disease, then done
James Garfield, by a bullet from an assassin's gun
and Clarence Thomas on my worst, but even my worst doesn't erase the supreme of my being
I'm B. B. King on Saturday night and Martin Luther King on Sunday
Matta, Marley vive, Julio Boca, Johnny Rivers,
Sextreme, Sting, B. B. King, Anthony Quinn,
les pido por favor que paren de venir.
Paren de venir, paren de
Keyshia Cole
Ashanti gon' win that battle, my girl love her
Irv Gotti was corny for tellin' Wendy he fucked her (he was)
Michael B. Jordan fucked on Lori
echoing through the canyons of your minds
"ethell, want to get a cuppa cawfee?"
(howard johnson's! howard johnson's!
Howard johnson's! howard
knew it
Fool, you know how we do it
You know how we do it
Jack B. Nimble, and Jack B. Quick
if you want to jack me on a lick, cause
I'm
we do it
I'm hittin' on the West Side
It's bumpin' on the East Side
Slammin' on the South Side
Makin' noise on the North Side
Now Jack B.
click
Talking 'bout, "Ruck, let's battle," on some 8 Mile shit
I'm like, "Nigga, my name ain't B. Rabbit"
It's Sean Price, Big Ruckus from busting
In a place that's not too far, back home
Took a train to Jordan
And to Texas and back
I met Lyndon B. Johnson and I felt his hand on my back
CHILDRESS, BETTIE BROWN,
MICHAEL BROWN, TIARA THOMAS, RICHARD PERKINS, TONY MCDADE,
ROBERT JOHNSON JR., SEAN REED,
GARY CLARK, GEORGE FLOYD
a chuva vem
Purple Rain
Eu sigo em busca, enfim
Do blues que está em mim
Quero ir de Prince
À B. B. King
Com a Strato, caí de vez
Na estrada, sem mais
George Clinton died before his term was done
Eldridge Gerry put Gerrymandering in the book
Debt and bad health plagued Dan Tompkins' VP outlook
Under two
George Washington's middle name, well, he just didn't have one
John Adams, too
And Thomas Jefferson, just wasn't done
James Madison and James
Feel like Didier Drogba
When my shoot is goal
She's like Boris Johnson got me confused on the low
Deep down though I love her
Sometimes I know
rolling along
Can't stop the smooth runnin' when the shit's running strong
Broke my bindings, the lion with wings
Preaching his word in the B. Boy sing
please, they must be on E's and dust
Then niggas f'in with pills, y'all don't get G's like us
Nigga please, y'all young'ns ain't got OG's like me
B. Sig,
on NBC
With Herb and Suge or Pistol Pete or World B. Free givin dap to me
Givin up my dues with converse shoes
And tellin all the kids to stay in
Lewis,
George Ware…
Kyle Walker, Wesley Brown,
Louis Houston, Joe Robertson,
Andy Burke, George Ward,
Alexander Reed, John Hart,
John Davis, Oscar Coker,
On my Earvin Magic Johnson, I'm enterprising
I keep it ghetto like the hood before they gentrified it
I might burn this bitch down, Left Eye, Andre
Fillmore
I could talk for days and days
About Rutherford B. Hayes
Or about the rise to power
Of Dwight D. Eisenhower
And few have risen farther
Than Chester
tell me what I'm not
Who are you, tryna tell me who I am?
Tryna box me in, tryna find who I am
She Queen of Nzinga
Winnie Mandela, Ida B. Wells
rehearsal is a must, lust my vital
is a point to bust my inhabitants, past.. tense
ever since Presidents.. Lyndon B.
Jerry, John, George
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