Lyrics:
ya ya ya
Black culture rules the world
Number one style so player
Take pain turn it into style
Gave you blues , gave you jazz
Gave you rock and roll
Sammy, a little
Ray Charles, in fact all the people with soul in
This.
A little Mahalia Jackson in there.
One more, Lucille!
Take it easy now.
decease well then, please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me
God bless you workin' on a plan to heaven
Follow the Lord all
"Gen’lmen, we just havin’ church
Here" Six words which - directed at me and
A fellow soul buff at the Full
Gospel Tabernacle church by it's chuckling
three times it's so lovely
I want blue face and brown bills when I count threw my hundreds
I just want all of the riches
By me a house with some bitches
A Thug
And Oscar Grant Gets Shot In The Back
And They Did The Same To Mike Brown
And Freddie Gray
It Seems To Me We Can't Get No Respect
You Can Kill
when you get this, call me back
Don't have too much fun, I miss you
I know what you been thinking
You know I been drinking
Brown skin, Puerto Rican
Quero
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
road running paparazzi trying to hold
Me in frame yell it loud cause by now you already know
The name played my part from the start what I was taught
the yacht, sound proper
Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
tryin to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na
Verse Two: Foxy Brown
No more sexin me all
Now, all nigga pon the corner playin cee-lo
Man you're not a ne-gro, cause you're skin is not black
Take a look at yourself, you're brown and that's
woman and kids
B**** n****s stop b****in' it's just how it is
Now watch me let that sexy Nina kiss you by my ribs
You won't be satisfied till I send
here!”
Reverend Hammett, the vicar, 75: “It’s the Day of The Lord!”
Charles Melton, the acolyte, 20: “God, please save me first!”
The rooster started
whisperers
Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us
Champagne corks, kicks by Louis sports and
Keep my hoes in Pucc' and Charles Jourdan
Cop
I know it's time to leave
But you'll be in my dreams
Tonight Tonight Tonight
Written by: Dave Haywood, Charles Kelley, Hillary Scott, and Dallas
When the leaves turn brown
And they cover this lonely town
And I miss your kiss
When the leaves turn brown
I'm my own devil, lot gives me hell
And I
you, people, I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then
Oh, she tried to make me say when
She had
you, people, I was not ready
When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then
Oh, she tried to make me say when
She had
decease well then, please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me
God bless you workin' on a plan to heaven
Follow the Lord all
by
You played the safe side
You said will somebody take me
Down town
Another James Brown
You made the same sound
You said will somebody write
Joseph Hathaway, Charles Kingsley
Down deary down
There was a knight and he was young a-riding along the way Sir
And there he met a lady fair
the fakeness
I'd rather just roll through the universe wasted
It's like I'm movin' at light speed
It's not very likely you'll find anybody even slightly like me
work
Cutting hedges in the meadow by the stream
My blade slipped, I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow
Upon the brown earth and the corn still
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