Lyrics:
Ce soir je suis à bout de nerfs à vifs
J'ai des trous noirs, c'est le signe que Brooke James arrive
Ce fou est voué à foutre la merde à vie
Serait
the sideline
Shine a light on all the shade shit
My bitch built like Lola Brooke, no I don't play with it
Being low took a toll on my patience
How you hating
And you promise all marriage at the same time
And you claim that you came from the north side
But your name is James on the online
You dey form big boy like
down! Sit!
All I meant is that I haven't
Seen a customer for weeks
Did ya come here for a pie, sir?
Do forgive me if me head's a little vague
What was
BASS IS POWERED BY GASOLINE
HIS VOICE IS TOUCHING MY EARS LIKE THE WHISPER OF THE WIND
SIR JAMES PAUL, SIR JAMES PAUL
MASTER OF ROCK’N’ROLL
SIR JAMES
We finna make it rain on you motherfuckers, ya heard me? (Look)
Weather man with that money, I make it rain on 'em (yes, sir)
Weather man with that
sir
Rudeboy Adolfus James?
Yes, sir
Rudeboy Emmanuel Zechariah Zechipaul?
Present
George Grabandflee?
Present
Hmm Adolfus James, I see here you
Brooke-motherfuckin'-Candy on the track
Fag Mob runnin' shit
I'm taking shit over
That's right I'm headed straight to the top baby
What, uh!
I
through these four year old Brooke's
Bubba actin' shady, got my ex old lady shook
She know that I'm a crook by the chances that I took
So it's normal buyin'
Draya, or maybe Brooke
Southwest, neva' look
So much paper on my radar
Maybe I should write a book nigga
From the basement where it's like the matrix
(almost a month now)
It's nicer than I thought it would be.
(Sir James)
I assumed it would be some warehouses
with cold water which I probably would've
yes sir
I'm officially larger than life
I'm officially larger than life
Yes, yes sir
I'm officially larger than life
Yes sir
I'm officially larger than
sir?)
Uh, you know what? Forget it
I don't understand, but let's go
(Ha-ha) Yeah, yeah, you know, I don't got a plan (Nope)
Ever since I came, it's been
to fuck, james bondage
Yes sir!
VroomVroom
VroomVroom
VroomVroom
VroomVroom
VroomVroom
Hey hey hey
Ain't know stopping me (Ok)
No sir (No)
Aye yeah i'm going up
I'm running it up
that last time, it became a pastime
A month into this endeavor I received a letter
From a Mr. James Reynolds, even better, it said
Dear Sir, I hope
of style
Do what you do
Alexander?
Aaron Burr, sir
Well, it's the middle of the night
Can we confer, sir?
Is this a legal matter?
Yes, and it's
with James' TOWE
A beautician laced Erykah's BADU
Sean COMBed through the evidence, just to get a clue
The needle in the haystack, from outta earth this
James
Drilling like my city back when Smylez told em
Look up
Killing in my city gone wild
Like when Brooke upped her shirt
Show them titties to a real one
paid
Lil bro want puss so I call up Brooke
Yea you know her shit be the Arby's way
Lookin like beef can't ride my face
Lookin for yo brother wanna run
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Tightly knit, my script is legit
I'm force feedin competition, more rebel shit
Rhymes on a roll, cold yet bold
I did "Posse
Dinero
Hey I was broke they used to curve me
Caught the wave like I'm surfing
Now I'm balling James Worthy
Shawty player need a jersey
I been
[Chorus]
Hot boy Brisco baby
Heat that flame, that fire blazing
Call me LeBron, open like a James,
And I don't even play no games, no sir,
Let's go!
'till I eat they gizzards
Ting tang ting tang walla walla bing bang
Rings chains gotta let my thing hang
King James I'm a baller at the big game
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