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Stoney Jackson

Kool Keith

Spankmaster

2001

your face
The sun's in your face face face face..
Wake up! .. The sun's in your face
The sun's in your face
Stoney Jackson!

[Kool Keith]
Fuck you

Stoney
Moon-walk, Michael Jackson (oh)
Moon-walk, Coachella fashion hall
Six-foot, stand on my money, I'm tall
My life's a mess, so I just wanna go ball

Stoney
Moon-walk, Michael Jackson (oh)
Moon-walk, Coachella fashion hall
Six-foot, stand on my money, I'm tall
My life's a mess, so I just wanna go ball

you know that its stoney
I cannot hang with no phoney
these niggas wack and these bitches baloney
Beating her back sound like macaroni
Shoutout

a Op If a Nigga is Hungry (Bow)
Cuz I Be All In The zone I Be All In The Back while I'm puffin on Stoney
Now I'm back on the Road
Had to stop Popping

Ma verse gone
Ma verse gone

Yeah I got more drip than your homie
Nigga acting like he know me
Put a kick in her throat like a stoney
Sleep on that

a cold winter 

Shawty was good 
Swear dat she the thickest 
Baby I got all the game 
Yea da Nfl ticket 
I be all about my frankies 
Stoney Jada Pickett

Came to set it off like frankie and stoney

Came from nothin now im stunin in my tom ford
If it aint bout them rackies i aint got the time for it
Dis rap

attachment
Remains in abundance
Left pedestals up for you
To take me into redundant
Reminds me of Jackson women
With a little action on it
Until you proved

homie
Set It Off no Stoney long as she ain’t into actin' phony
She swear that she on me I Euro bitches like Ginobili
Nigga pop up trippin' bitch I got

cash
Many bitches wanna talk about the money
Homie life ain't about material crap or honey
Phony stoneys showing off them golden rollies
Holy molly you

Fillin' up a glass servin biscuits Like slaves
Tryna pay the rent stoney creek is On the edge
Dog I need bread
Every meter red
Stars in my head bieng famous

Jackson, some eighties swag

I know my roots, you can't take me back
I been spittin' since baby chat
Lyric books in my JVs bag
Pyrex sets, now I'm

see you walking round like a neck broken cyclops
the juke i put upon you mighta wrecked both ya high tops
step into my thoughts, Michael Jackson psy

London
That's a United Kingdom
Ting move back and forth like a swing song
And no doubt the rain come
Feel you bad 'til you par with Michael Jackson

Uh-ha

Mummy raised a good yute, but I'm bad like my surname Jackson
Fifty cent coins in this hand gun (baow)
You ever heard the MAC ring? Ain't