Lyrics:
children, Michael, Jack, Steven, and Susan
That same year, Jerry ran and won as a rep in DC
From '49, he held the seat a quarter century
In '73, was tapped
The ones around me wasn't even believin'
And now my pockets full of Jacks and Steven
And don't forget about the Benjamin Button
My high off the gas (Bitch)
like you, never make it out the hood
That's on behalf of the whole crew
Salvador
Steven Jack Gaddy
Dick Swift
My phone
And Cinnamon
Yeah, yo
That
baggage and a rash
Doing an album with Salvador, doing an album with Steven Jack Gaddy
Doing an album with Analog Andy
This is my album with Cinnamon, I'm
bands turned em to a stack
Big Shot live in Steven Jack
Devin Hester with the bag how I run it back
Jeff Gordon on yo block the way we running laps
2 made
them voices quiet Keep me even kill
My life's a movie, God is Steven Spiel
Im Jack looking for my Jill
To find the steepest hill So we can chill
Back
of artists do that, actually.)
Dandelion Hands, Crywank, Mount Eerie, Jay Reatard, Jack Stauber, Jeff Rosenstock Sufjan Stevens and....OH, most good rappers,
stuff her like tortellini
Then send her back up to Bowser
Cuz I ain't feeling too peachy, word
Brain so dumb, Steven Crowder
Brain so dumb, Steven
I have no story to tell
My seat is too high for the world
And too low for the hell
Of a miniature bird
The Stevens are back
From their holiday in
Ay
Bag season, unseasoned raps, y’all suck
We, ain’t even like Steven, I’m odd as fuck
Luck, I don't need It, I’m heated, yo Christian’s up!
What,
some weed, nigga!)
Joe Piscopo, I play too much
That's why my Saturday Night is Liver than yours
I'll fight niggas over Mary Jane
Even beat Steven's
streets know game, can't ball, don't play
Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, Black Jack, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto
Yeah
Uh
Yo Jack what's poppin
I see you
Billi' when my eyes are closed
Henny RIP my bro's
Billi' when my eyes are closed
4D5
Henny RIP my bro's
Uh
I
some weed, nigga!)
Joe Piscopo, I play too much
That's why my Saturday Night is Liver than yours
I'll fight niggas over Mary Jane
Even beat Steven's
streets know game, can't ball, don't play
Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, Black Jack, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto
specialONE Mouri
Non punti l'area di rigore come Craig Bellamy
Arrivi primo come Salt Lake Steven Bradbury
We take it over boarders the orders you take
Isn't
I'm just taxin'
Every season all year long she eat long john like she teething
Fucked me up when I lost Steven (Steve Drive)
No cap we really just say
name
Buss it open for a real nigga
Make a movie Steven Spiel nigga
Shawty do it for the Snap
It's a party shawty do it wit no hands
Shawty do it wit no
to my sound of pounding
Pound it in my face Jack me with the bass
Dance all through the night Housing is my life
Pound it in my face Jack me with
Adam are you blacked out
Homies finna tap out
Jack abouta pass out
Pass the Jack and act out
Man I'm bouta yack now
Keep the fucking sound down
New jack city, where the dope fiends lay
City by the bay, where its windy erry day
New jack city, get capped in broad day
City by the bay, where
from the same cloth
But I guess you fabricate, eh?
You better bring more men than the Latter Day Saints
Manic states, Steven Paddock with automatic
Nancy and Steven, Nancy and Steven
I saw them last ten years ago
But you took them, thinking it was even
As my alcoholic tendencies continued to grow
Oh,
clutch the 5-speed and bust
The more the merrier, secure the area, my la familia
Is ultimate superior we don't jack cars
We jack for aircraft carriers
I
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