Lyrics:
(yuh)
I'm doing God's work giving jobs to the killers (bang)
Take a drug dealer, turn him into J Dilla
Your niggas say you mobbin' (brrah) but you
brosse du samedi soir
Les p'tits enfants vont s'acheter des chips
Avant d'aller jouer aux cowboys
Au cœur d'la ruelle en poubelles
Y a tellement
brosse du samedi soir
Les p'tits enfants vont s'acheter des chips
Avant d'aller jouer aux cowboys
Au cœur d'la ruelle en poubelles
Y a tellement
Yeah yeah yeah I've seen it all
Yeah yeah yeah I've heard it all
J.P wants to rock, not at five o'clock he's not
There's a medal in the kitchen
you
J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q
R-Run honey and don´t be blind
S-Sugar you stay on my mind
T-True love is hard to find
I´ll tell you of the ABC´s
U- You make
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
And welcome to P.J.'s Astrological Love Lounge
We are Lester Shy and the Shyphonics
My name is Lester Shy and these
over, I bought a forty at the liquor store
Popped the top, commenced to start drinkin'
And all of a sudden, I start thinkin'
"Damn J-Dee, why did you
the White,
The P is the Port,
The L is the Lemon,
The J is the Juice
White Port & Lemon Juice,
White Port & Lemon Juice,
White Port & Lemon Juice,
Ooh
heart
And I'll tell you of the ABC's
(G) Garth knows I love you
(H) Heaven knows it's true
(I) I want to be near you
J-K-L-M-N-O-P-Q
(R) Run honey
NYC girls
They're the P.Y.T.s of the world
If you get an NYC girl
Better keep that girl in your world
On Delancy street, out on Houston steet
J.Cozier
Ain't nothin but the X.O.,Tanqueray, I can't see no budwiser
Maybe a little bit of Cognac, that's phat
A little bit of entertainment, patna's
a dangerous man who speak with his hand
Junkie is the keep, junkie is the keeper
The DJ?s in effect, keep holding it down
P Junkie sound system just rolled
sort de la sclérose grâce au J.A.Z.Z.
Pousse les limites de la boîte à rythmes
Ternaire sont les rythmiques et naissent les mêmes mythes
Le Jazz
tactics that get
waaaay out, Blazin' the bow again to set new trend of flaa-va, Dйj-а vu
We blowin' 'em up wit' the way we slaaay-a, saaay ya praaa-yas
tricky winger
J is for ju-jitsu, which i quite intend to display given a dark alley
and some of the narky blerts ive encountered
K is for the kissing
Tu as bien changé d'allure
Avec ton nez au ciel
Et tes yeux qui papillonnent
Ton p'tit chien qui frissonne
Oh, tu ne me trompes pas
Va, va avec
coffrer?
La p'tite cousine à Houdini quitte la rivière du fond d'son lit
Dis, tu vas pas fermer maintenant? En plein cocktail, rien d'étonnant
C'qu'elle
why I'ma always cop the yay quick
So I suggest all of y'all stay on J dick
Too hard for MTV, not black enough for BET, just let me be
Give me all my
Ma chambre a la forme d'une cage
Le soleil passe son bras par la fenêtre
Les chasseurs à ma porte comme les p'tits soldats
Qui veulent me prendre
I said I dip, dive, what can I say?
Niggaz need to stop fuckin' with O.J.
Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip
And bitches ain't shit but
them on a track I would go insane
Maybe that's why everything I say is crazy
And everyday I wake up, with a naked lady
With a V.I.P. band on my right
my breath,
When he finished, there was nothing left.
[Chorus]
Over and over, 'til it's ready,
Sing about it low and fat, like J.P. Ghetti
We
to the beats and bonin' them
Whole body blingin' like 3-P-O, nigga
And when i pull that fucker out, it attracts the gold-diggers
With them big 'ol jelly,
you done seen me and MJG on BET with J-O-E
Anyway, I wonder if we could set this thing off properly
Jet to one of my properties and blow a bag of that
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