Lyrics:
[Intro: Frank Calhoune & Killa McClain]
AJ On Da Track make it pure, like some crack (crack)!
Fuckin' well right, fuckin' well right.
When I co-sign,
[Intro: Killa McClain & Frank Calhoune]
Behind dat there, like dat there, wit dat there!
We got Killa McClain in tha build-i-ing, ya heard me?
We
Lyrics:
[Intro: Killa McClain & Frank Calhoune]
Killa McClain (back in town, beech & pine; SJP to 9th Street)!
Behind dat there, like dat there, wit
[Verse 1: Frank Calhoune & Killa McClain]
Tha big tees, Girbauds all hangin' out wit da crease.
An '80s baby--tha shit I got; me? You'd wanna meet (wanna
Put your skin in the game
Say his name
Elijah McClain, Elijah McClain
Walking home from the store
In Aurora, Colorado
Police suspect something
rights to be scared
It's been four-hunnid years trapp'd in this evil lair
We work harda than mos', 'cuz life ain' fair
Taylor an' McClain's killas should
to the point don’t want fuck I want brain
She kinda special I might let her hang
She daddy’s girl like she China McClain
Do you fuck with a nigga cause my racks
2 checking up my check list, yeah
Making moves like I'm C Breezy,
I'm just one hell of a nigga with lucid dreams (Lucid dreams)
Anne McClain on my
he a stain
I can't stop til' I get China McClain
Bout that action like I'm Johnny McClain
Never cared about material things
I'm with a model, watch her
Quintarious McClain (first)
These lil bitches be tripping, I told that lil bitch crown me.
I'm the type of nigga to leave a bitch where she found me.
Drop your clothes to the floor
Watch me pour the champagne
I've been up on the rise be my China McClain
Tears in your eyes I'm the one that you blame
Fly to a city, bright lights with the fame
John McClain, stay out the lane
Quick with a bitch like I'm quick with the games
I'm on one, muscle it make
couldn't be thrown
Even Billy McClain
Fell off a time or two
He was a ten dollar cowboy
Who looked a lot like you
I'm a ten dollar cowboy
I play
"HAPPY NEW YEAR"
Music & Lyric's Written By Ernest Kohl, Jean McClain & Bryan McClain
Happy Happy, Happy New Year
Happy New Year
Let's bring
things
My bitch she a star, A.N.T Farm, China Anne McClain
Pharmaceuticals, I been getting rich, I might just buy your soul
I'm a Slime dog, I like to hit
a young cowboy came
To ride in the big rodeo
The young cowboy's name was Billy McClain
And Billy had never been thrown
The greatest desire filling
My buddy Blake was all-state with dreams of the NFL
Jenny McClain had big brains
She got a scholarship to Yale
And there was Hershel who did two
Green was here
Elijah McClain was here
Jamarion Robinson was here
And now they're gone
And we didn't even get the chance to say so long
now
?Hit the standin' brain? now
Die Hard fan call me John John McClain now
Snake vs the Crane Style
Death to the enemy, Wu brother
my game is like James,
Kobe or maybe Dwayne wade
Fresh shades Alexander McClains
Bottles of rosay some rockin oj's tell em puff
Let your mind
kids in cages
What kinda nation lynch Elijah McClain?
Then send us to the Middle East to die for they flag
They drive us insane to sell us medication
Where hate lives and they rape kids in cages
What kinda nation lynch Elijah McClain?
Then send us to the Middle East to die for the flag
They drive us
enough
To massage your dame
Clog a drain, gorilla status
Don't let me stomp your frame far as pain
I walk around bloody like I was John McClain
Palm
the lumps on our heads
Getting melanoma from our tanning beds
Channelling Houdini with Shirley McClain
And trying to figure out what the dolphins are saying.
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