Lyrics:
I bring it to you
El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, I'ma bring it to ya
I wear Versace like it's Nike, you don't like it, do you? (You don't
of the chronic, cause you know I'm always on it
[D:] Steady smokin out the glass, got the plastic go and pawn it
[JR:] And get a refund check, I bet you sell your
Mrs. Parker can I chill in yo car
Mrs. Parker I don't even know her first name
Mrs. Parker she just wanna have fun
Let's Drive to Vegas
Get married by
young or tragic when they stop fearing death
When death lives in your head so much it becomes normalized
A part of you and your identity
That's when you
5 mics
Hook
J.R. Writer:
You gotta feel the heathen, we guerilla breathin'
It's the Dips, get the drift, this is Killa Season
Watch him kill
day and night
Would my luck change if I was given a name like
J.R., Jimmy Recard!
Raise your glass for the king of the bar
It’s J.R., Jimmy
my people on the front lines
People, my people are dyin'
And we see it all the time
Don't know where our future would be
If he's not here, how do
fresh fades
[jr:] before the spade and the stage we was drinkin underage
Every time I close my eyes I start to drift away- thinkin bout some days gone by
the meanest nastiest rootenest-tootenest blobfish to ever fly the Seven
But before that all happened there was a man by the name of Jo Jinnan Jr
That was
You gotta stand up and demand your rights to be free
Oh to be free yea
So when you're all alone in the middle of the night
And you're feelin like you
gone
Your voice it rings out
And it gives me a shiver
I'll meet you someday
By that ol' crazy river
There was many an ego
There were plenty of faults
the underside tide with the ride
[Verse Four: 2Mex]
Come one, come all
To the Visionary hall
Ray Parker Jr. calls me when he needs a little bit of Ghostbusting
there miss Parker (miss Parker)
I met your daughter (alright)
And she looked just like you
I stopped by her apartment
We started talking (all night
what you've got, make them all believers
For God sake boy, tip your hat to the teacher
Kris Kristofferson - Help Me Make It Through The Night; Bob
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
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Help Me
You gotta help me baby, I can't do it all by myself (repeat 2x)
If you don't help me daddy
Gotta find somebody else
Put on your
a Nick at Nite scene
Nick Jr. to a Nick senior
Watching Nick 2 I might make a Nick 3 aye
Teen Nick I don't fuck with nicotine
Hit you with that Nick Cannon
throw your hands up in the air
BDP rockin' without no fear
So Kenny Parker if you know what time it is
Throw the funky fresh beat in like this
point on, I say we're on for the night
But I love it when the girl just call me D-Nice
And if she gets bold and try to ask for a fee
I say, "Please
“MAKE ME SHAKE”
Lyrics by Julius J. Davis, Jr.
Music and Musical Arrangement by Julius J. Davis, Jr.
Music Produced by Chris Blood
Copyright c 2016
“MAKE ME SHAKE”
Lyrics by Julius J. Davis, Jr.
Music and Musical Arrangement by Julius J. Davis, Jr.
Music Produced by Chris Blood
Copyright c 2016
Yeah, yeah (Deko)
Whoa, hold on (OG Parker)
Uh
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (woo)
you wrote a letter
Did you also bote your tongue?
And if a vegetarian eats vegetables
What does a humanitarian eat?
English is cuh ray-zee!
Why is it
James Baldwin
Malcom X Martin Luther King Jr Clarence 13X
Maya Angelou Ray Charles, Minister Farrakhan
John Cochran Stokely Carmichael, Emmett Till
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