Lyrics:
Refined is my mind that's why I'm buildin'
There was a void in New York but now it's filled in
By the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A
To the R, now say
Iʼm doing this for the capital cus I was raised in it
Ainʼt by myself I got Abj with me
Might pull up in sueno Light a J quickly
Rumor around town is
Party people are you with me?
Are you with me party people? (Repeat: x 4]
To the beat y'all and you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make
in beef
Call em five guys
And I'll sock a nigga in his shit
Like im popeye
Whipped my dick out her eyes popped
She like OH MY
Tried to catch me
Popeyes
Bust in her face now she cock eyed
Know that we pulling up no drive by
cnd we connect it like wifi
Fuck on your bitch then its bye bye
Junkie be
Don't do it for them
Do it for you
Show yourself the inner pop-eye in your boot
Stop thinking twice when the first thought was cool
My creativity was
up everybody
We came here to party, so get up everybody
Well my name is J-Ro I came to rock the world
And my name is Lil Tone I got all
And Emcees all the world
This goes out to Pete Rock KRS
The Roots crew and A Tribe called Quest
This goes out to Black Star Black Moon J Lack
And my man MF
I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J
Don't fuck with her no more now I fuck with Tanqueray
Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold
the earth, oh my
The beat get abused like I rock a wife beater
Drinker, fired by the company
Friday, late on the car note tryna do taxes
This my house it's
thoughts I can live without
Strange thoughts
In my head
Strange thots
Giving head
Weed em out
Never needed help
Look at what I did
Bitch I got it by myself
We done came in this game wit a song
And we just came to rock it with you
And we done came in this game wit a song
And we just came to rock it with
We done came in this game wit a song
And we just came to rock it with you
And we done came in this game wit a song
And we just came to rock it with
“SANTA’S GOT A SURFBOARD GUITAR SLEIGH”
Lyrics, Music, and Musical Arrangement by Julius J. Davis, Jr.
Copyright c 2016 by Julius J. Davis, Jr.
What
Yea you already know what it is
I think one thing one word
Champion
Yea look
I'm a champion
Call me MJ 45 on my shirt going for the J
Shot at my
t'as aucune chance
Phil jacks dernière danse
J'entends des pneus qui crissent, drive-by, résistance
Triple k, Vlaams Belang
Triple 6
Oncle Sam
J
t'as aucune chance
Phil jacks dernière danse
J'entends des pneus qui crissent, drive-by, résistance
Triple k, Vlaams Belang
Triple 6
Oncle Sam
J
m'enfuir
Et puis on pull up dans le 66
Icy rocks on my wrist
J'pull up dans le X6
Bientôt la féfé
Lope-sa m'observe toute au tour
Classe A option tout teinté
She wanna fuck on the team that lil bitch better get the fuck up out of our way
And you seeing lil J how he up in that wraith which foreign we
I was slimy by the look on my face
Girl, lick this dick up, gon' see your grace
I fuck with the rock, I fuck with the snakes
I'm in the valley sending
This is my life
When I hop on stage they all wanna talk
One by one, they all on my jock
Stop! Don't be mad
Which one of you is coming to my pad?
going down, I'm just repping for my town
Off a cup of C-J Gibson, man I'm faded off to Brown
And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See
That gold chain I want
Them new J's I want
That Duccee I want
That new Wraith I want
Them new plates I want
To move weight I want
That new space I
I feel like Paxson
J gave me the rock and now I'm splashin'
Me my wife and Jesus that's the faction
Drippin' in that blood now that's high fashion
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