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Artist: Will Smith f/ Tra-Knox
Will:
Ugh, Ugh, I'm comin' (echoes)...
...Watch ya back, I'm comin...
[Man (singing):]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Haha
Swifty McVay
Mr. Porter
The Kon Artis (ah)
I told you we wasn't leavin', come on
I come from a jungle, with a trunk load of punk hoes
a glock if you don't have a clip?
What's a lollipop without the Good Ship?
What's S&M if you don't have chains?
What's a con artist if he doesn't have
MC's missing
MC's missing
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MC's missing
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MC's
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The fresh MC stays silent
First and then listens
The one-hit artist never goes to any parties
The fresh MC rocks all jams for everybody
The one-hit
on the mountaintop
Cut the cord if you can
Caroline
Caroline
She's so cagey
She's so stagey
So attractive
So reactive
Caroline
Caroline
Time recedes with
I'm dancing with Johnny, but looking at Jim,
And praying, "Oh please make him jealous!".
my arms around Johnny, my heart's around Jim,
But nothing
wanna hear that weird shit no more
What the fuck is that? Give me back my aux cord (yeah)
Stop scarin' the hoes
Play that shit that'll have them touch
team of huskies
As he mushed on through the snow
With the northen lights a-runnin' wild
In the land of the midnight sun
Yes Sam McCord was a mighty
Sidemen come out first
John Stockfish base guitar
Looks at the world through the eyes of Nashville,
The Riverboat and Charlie McCoy
He's just
Sidemen come out first
John Stockfish base guitar
Looks at the world through the eyes of Nashville,
The Riverboat and Charlie McCoy
He's just
the northen lights a-runnin' wild
In the land of the midnight sun
Yes Sam McCord was a mighty man
In the year of nineteen-one
Where the river is windin'
team of huskies
As he mushed on through the snow
With the northen lights a-runnin' wild
In the land of the midnight sun
Yes Sam McCord was a mighty
MC's are dumb, I catch em in a dragnet
You're not complete, I'm battlin' a fragment
So creative and witty and outstandin'
And I be demandin' that
team of huskies
As he mushed on through the snow
With the northen lights a-runnin' wild
In the land of the midnight sun
Yes Sam McCord was a mighty
I left the field one evening, my fingers so cold and sore
From fair to middlin' cotton, three hundred pounds or more
Jim McCann was still pickin'
like Tommy Boy
Go back like Atari cords, still here, shit
Superman ended up in a wheelchair
I'm fresh like Bel-Air, I paid my dues
And you trying
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