Lyrics:
believed it.
Ev'rybody who was anybody they doubted it.
Nobody had faith.
Nobody but Washington, Tom Paine, Benjamin Franklin,
Chaim Solomon, Crispus
I had not been in Washington
Many more weeks than three
When I fell in love with a pretty little girl
She fell in love with me
She fell in love
Over the past twenty five years
Jewish music has experienced a revolution
The size of its audience has expanded like a tidal wave
And it reached all
Ninth grade, quarterback, Washington High (Ninth grade)
When you in the trap, all these rules apply (Listen nigga)
Keep it in your lap, not
ask him if he could ... you know, just make me a bit lame in one
leg during the week, you know, something beggable, but not leprosy, which
is a pain in
Yeah I hope that y'all keep doubting me
And I ain't even trying
But this money keep surrounding me
I'm booked for three weeks
But they keep tryna hire me
Deceptive little charlatan
Sworn into Washington
You're not voting for me
Just a bagman with a gun
Liars and grifters
In the shade of hit and run
down in Washington
I've gambled over in Spain
I'm going back to Portland
To gamble my last game
Had an Uncle Bill in Portland
Many more weeks but three
If this ain't hell, I can't tell,
Sell my soul inside my cell.
Washington, Redskins, Black skins, let me in.
Welfare in DC,
The President says vote
lawn
Things are down and dirty in Washington
Go to church on Sunday
Party on Monday
And every other day of the week
We're just a bunch of party geeks
It's been one week since we got to see
Cheatin' lovers and cousins that marry
Five days since they had the show
With the hermaphrodite, the slut
the stick man I feel so Invincible
I was on Washington road with the Killers hoe
Counting money while my nigga Scrape the bowl
Bad lil bitch and I came with
had not been in Washington not many more weeks than three
When I fell in love with a pretty little gal, she fell in love with me
Fell in love with me,
Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn
gives them to you. It's pretty sweet. I'm Jewish and my wife is Muslim. Yeah, thank you. We get a tax credit for that. In Canada. It's good. I converted
Every time I listen to your songs I think it's about me
I don't know why but baby I been thinkin'
Bout' you every single week
She brunette with
my last game
I had not been in Washington
Many more weeks than three
When I fell in love with a pretty little gal
And she fell in love with me,
Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn,
You, you know
You know that's right
You, you know
You know that's right
You, you know
You know that's right
My Savior is Jewish, my lawyer is
fucking lame
Secret prisons and secret drone strikes
In the name of homeland security
So what about your homeland
Homeless in Washington DC
The people are
wash jeans and a cold heart
Skully rolled up pearled blunt sparked
Get a lil high 'fore the lows start
Back to back on top like Jewish kid toys
Rice
It's just another December morning
For me and my family
We're bundled up, the Volvo's packed
On our way to Washington, DC
But there's a stop we
ain't talkin' 'bout Cardi B shit
Fuck this shit y'all gon' check me in bodega at east 169
To Washington Av everybody's come to the acton
No wisely E 169
houses
[Verse 1:]
Ayo my niggas wassup it’s doggy dogg
I’m from the bronx new york at the project homes
E 169 St to Washington Av
At the Clairemount
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