Lyrics:
can dance like Orangutans
Cos I’m feeling so fresh, like I’m Jimi Hendrix
And I’m wearing my cape cos I ain’t drinking any less
With my hand on my
happen
The LBP, the world famous Juice Bros
The field marshall Goodman and the man called Floyd I
Thanks out to Bad Religion and the Descendants
happen
The LBP, the world famous Juice Bros
The field Marshall Goodman and the man called Floyd I
Thanks out to Bad Religion and the Descendants
Waters Screaming Jay, Howie Wolf
Chuck Berry Jimi Hendrix B.B King Sam Cooke
Billie Holiday Ella Fitz Nina Simone
Aretha Franklin Etta James Diana Ross
talking 'bout
Hell you talking 'bout
Hell you talking 'bout
Hell you talking 'bout
Hell you talking 'bout
Hell you talking 'bout
Kendra James, say
the marshall wants a war and he's gonna get one", Jock said. "I'll send a message out for brother James, your uncle. Remember him? You met at the wedding when he
the credit belongs
Say whoa-oh (don't take it)
Oh-we-oh (black music)
Whoa-oh (don't take it)
Oh-we-oh (black music)
Whoa-oh (Jimi Hendrix say)
prince
solo solo na guitarra virada
jimmy hendrix experience bro
the payback c me deve essa prata
to mad pique james brown brown
faço som type withers
I'm John Marshall, I'm the chief justice
Shout to my Congress, everyone else can suck it
Shout out to McCulloch and national banking
Act like you
What brings you to Ireland? The 13th Annual International James Joyce
Symposium. Ah. Do you know Senator David Norris? He spoke for
women's rights. He
together for Game bitch
Hahahaha
Yeah mothafuckas
Compton's back on the mothafuckin map
Aftermath in that ass bitch
Game let's go
Me and Marshall
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
Yeh
Yeh
Yeh
Trap star shit
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Rock star shit!
Jimi Hendrix
Future Hendrix
Mike North Young Hendrix
On my King James shit
Whoop
Whoop
Whoop
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
When I'm there
I'm born again
Sex machine
Like Brown James
Good moments are so rare
Man, bring your team
And jump like 'Bron James
I could play anywhere
Stone respect my mother my greatest fan
Left handed candid Marshall Hendrix Mathers what’s the matter?
Understand the pen go hand in hand my biggest Stan
Call it how it is
Hendrix
I promise, I swear, I swear
You heard, spit it, yo
Percocets (ya), molly, Percocets (Percocets)
Percocets (ya),
nerves
Then take her to a circus
I'm the best, just best keep secrets
Just three stacks and Hendrix, nigga
No guitar, and God's my witness
Dick and James
the Fish you know
I got Emmylou, U2 and Arlo, James Taylor, Jimmie Rodgers, Hank Williams, Mojo Nixon,
Hendrix, Haggard and a whole lot more
In that dusty
the movie
I know a few MC's say they felt bamboozled
Is it Black face or Black folk invisible as usual
Kerry James Marshall at the MCA was beautiful
Embrace
rather not be mentioned, I'm offended
Unless you talkin Sinatra, James Dean or
John Lennon (or) or Jimi Hendrix
I'm just a rock star, BEEYITCH!
Keep it
down stairs
I'm not gonna have time to hang out with them
'cause I'll be hanging out with you
Not Jimi Hendrix, Jesus or the dude
Who played
carrera de quién es mejor
¡Guerra fría mi amor!
Espionaje al estilo James Bond
Stalin esquivando la doctrina Truman
Deriva el poder para gobernar
Del Plan
LeBron James I don't even hoop
Shawty know I got game yeah I got the juice
All my niggas insane we the looney tunes
My bitch like Beyonce she get money too
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