Lyrics:
Je suis James Cleveland Owens Jesse Owens
C’est un homme qui court un homme noir qui court
James Cleveland Owens Jesse Owens
Un homme qui court plus
on the skits go
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Jumpin' Jane Jean, and moonin' James Dean go
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland
Cleveland Cleveland Cleveland
Cleveland Cleveland Cleveland
Cleveland Cleveland Cleveland
Cleveland Cleveland Cleveland
Poverty, drug dealers
All the little kids growin' up on the skids are goin':
Cleveland Rocks, Cleveland Rocks.
Jumpin' James Jean, is moonin' James Dean while goin':
on the skits go
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Jumpin' Jane Jean, and moonin' James Dean go
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland
on the skits go
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Jumpin' Jane Jean, and moonin' James Dean go
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland
on the skits go
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Jumpin' Jane Jean, and moonin' James Dean go
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland
Cleevlindian dot com
He going hard in this bitch
Bitch i'm from cleveland
And them niggas all with the shits yea
Ooh woah it's dem cleveland niggas
Ooh woah
James
We are not the Empire
But this is where the kings play
Cleveland, let's go
In Cleveland, though we rep our city
Who likes separating the grime
From
Cleveland niggas boss niggas originators
Clevelandian.com let's get this paper
Jumped on the road to riches see you later
If it comes down
these bitches (swag, woo, woo)
Bitches call me Trippie (swag), I'm so fuckin' awesome (swag, swag, swag)
Posted out in Cleveland (ha), bags in Columbus
James Cleveland knows
About those days
When James came to prepare our
Choir for a gospel broadcast
Which is still in existence
And he and Aretha used
nigga, I am Cleveland, nigga, fuck wrong with you?
Dig what the fuck I'm sayin', man?
Fuck the opps, they don't want no smoke (oh, really?)
Oh
East
From tha 734 to tha 412
I'm nice on tracks Jesse Owens dude
Hip hop got me makin black and golden moves
From tha Burgh to tha Deuce
I call it
who won the popular vote
In '80, Garfield bested Hancock, an officer of note
'84, Grover Cleveland won, though James Blaine also ran
But Ben Harrison
the fame, That shit get boring
High as hell like Rick James, in my Rick Owens
And they wanna see me fail, but I Keep growin' They like, six rich as Hell,
Rick James, my flow, Rick Owens, my ho
Ric Flair on these bitches, I won't go
I came here to glow
Bitch, I got that Pimp C in my Styrofoam
I'm too
Georgie Porgie's washing a ton
Johnny ate an apple named Adams
Thomas must miss Jeff or his son
James is James is mad at his son
James come on row
George Washington, the first who didn't wanna run
John Adams was the second till 1801
Then Thomas Jefferson, who made the British mad
Next came James
I like to welcome you to Cleveland
Where my destiny got fulfilled
What has been written
Cleveland helped me achieve
I set fourth in the beginning
Cleveland Cavaliers
Golden State Warriors wir sind Millionairs
Auf die Stage mal von ganz hinten 'nen Dreier
LeBron James
Keiner im deutschen Rap ist jetzt
Yeah, man, um
Trapped On Cleveland 2
SS241 in Bleveland
250 Block Life
Due to the fact, nigga, millions and billions on the table
Keed
Talk
Issa race no finish line
Might call Owens in his prime
Always come up on a crime
If we run won't catch us this time
Everybody want nickel from ya
The Cleveland flats, some dive-ass bar
Some white kids playing blues guitar
Bartenders high, the whiskey's bottom shelf
The bartender won't shut his
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