Lyrics:
Powell, Oprah Winfrey
Barrack Obama, Spike Lee
Michael Jordan, Venus and Serena Williams
Tiger Woods, The Rutgers Women's Basketball Team
We are my
Clinton's musicians such as Bootsy Collins
Raise expectations to a new intention
No one can sing
Quite like Smokey, Smokey Robinson
Wailin' and skankin'
rhinestones
She's got a light-skinned friend look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark-skinned friend look like Michael Jackson
I played Ready for the World, she
First I want to thank God, Momma Anna, Pops
And my grandparents, Marquise, G
Money, Uncle Michael, uncle
Rook and Uncle Horace my aunts Annie
Laurie
tryna hear it 'til she kicked me to the curb
Now it's Smokey Robinson and after that I play Roberta Flack
Etta James and Amy, waitin' for the day she
friend look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark-skinned friend look like Michael Jackson
I played 'ready for the world', she was ready for some action
My
MySpace
Monsanto, GMOs
Harry Potter, Twilight
Michael Jackson dies
Nuclear accident
Fukushima, Japan
Crimean peninsula
Cambridge Analytica
Kim
need Elvis and Bob Marley
We need Whitney, we need James Brown
Tonight we go dancing, our souls are starving
Let's get together, happiness my darling
kinda Basketball Jones y'all got (sing it out)
I see y'all runnin' after a lime zone
Yeah (yeah)
I see ya chasin' Penny around
Michael Jordan,
kinda Basketball Jones y'all got (sing it out)
I see y'all runnin' after a lime zone
Yeah (yeah)
I see ya chasin' Penny around
Michael Jordan,
"An iron curtain has descended across the continent of Europe."
" Jackie Robinson goes to bat for the first time in a Major League."
"Old soldiers
the kind of shit you gotta listen to
This that Rick James, bitch, this that Michael This the kind of shit that they gon' really go outside to
This the kind
to the ceiling,
Singing, uh, oh, oh
Got my hands up in the air
Where we end up I don't care
Just let me get a little Michael, tonight
Get a little Gladys, yeah,
to the ceiling,
Singing, uh, oh, oh
Got my hands up in the air
Where we end up I don't care
Just let me get a little Michael, tonight
Get a little Gladys, yeah,
gone)
Michael Jackson with the glove, word to Mother Catherine (Mother Catherine)
Like the pirates from Somalia, Coke Boy Captain (Coke Boy Captain)
Clinton's musicians such as Bootsy Collins
Raise expectations to a new intention
No one can sing
Quite like Smokey, Smokey Robinson
Wailin' and skankin'
sticky
And that's word to Dwayne Mi-Michael Carter (uh)
I'ma finish these dumb bitches, Michael Myers (woo)
Don't nobody wanna hear that weak shit, ho
Clinton's musicians such as Bootsy Collins
Raise expectations to a new intention
No one can sing
Quite like Smokey, Smokey Robinson
Wailin' and skankin'
Some things don't ever change
Yeah, you and me
'Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don't ever
Clinton's musicians such as Bootsy Collins
Raise expectations to a new intention
No one can sing
Quite like Smokey, Smokey Robinson
Wailin' and shakin'
There lies young James in his final pain
Those three are on my mind
So I ask the killers, "Can you see those three again?
Those three are on my mind"
I
the opposition
Lookin' like a dog that's pissin'
Leg up on the competition
Promisin' complete dominance, Sugar Ray Robinson
I'm in a league Muhammad's in
on the competition
Promisin' complete dominance, Sugar Ray Robinson
I'm in a league Muhammad's in
Ali's my colleague bombin' 'em
Probably end up on top of 'em
be him next
So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael?
Just keep singin' that same song, recycled
We'd all much rather get along then fight
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