Lyrics:
shorty.
See J did Scotland and everybody jocked him I did Scotland
And got no props for it
Naw that just fucked up my jay's
Which fucked up my day
outside the box, my baby (come on)
Show me how much you are missing me
I'll read between the lines
And I sure hope it rains
Cole world (yeah, yeah,
husband Bobby well they split up
I guess it's two years gone by now
We just sit around talking about the old times
She says when she feels like crying
[J. Cole]
Life make a n-gga wanna yell out,
Change for the fame, how n-ggas turn sell out,
Too old for my mama crib I'm tryin to get the hell out,
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record
up
Throw it back up
Throw it back up
Throw it back up
Throw it back up
Throw it back up
Throw it back up
Throw it back up
Throw it back up
Throw it
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record
a little longer
Pull off your coat throw it in the corner
Don't see why you don't stay a little longer
You can't go home if you're going by the mill
Yeah, ayy, ayy
This how we do, nigga
It's GA, nigga
Georgia stand the fuck up, nigga (you already know what is, nigga)
Ayy, y'all ready?
Ayy,
it's time to act up and throw a fit
'Cause I'm rockin' to a beat that just won't quit
This is the real thing, not counterfeit
'Cause everything you
hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because
and kick the bass
So back up off the cup while I take my taste
It's highly appraised when the hell is raised
So demanding and commanding that you all
the world famous
Ayo we make it happen the boys be rappin ny heat throwers mt Vernon and staten
Writers: Chaisurat Taylor and Dennis Coles
Produced by
Up a lazy river by the old mill run
Lazy, lazy river in the noon day sun
Linger awhile in the shade of the tree
Throw away your troubles, dream
you
Or your homespun philosophy
No, no, no, no
This might make you throw up in your bed
I'm o.k. by myself!
And I don't need you
And I never
sung by Jim
Sometimes
I walk sideways
To avoid you
When I've annoyed you
Love's like
The mighty ocean
When it's frozen
That is your heart
Wagon Wagon
"If I'm gonna die
I'm going out riding the wagon"
[Violent J]
Hear it comes, the horrifying midnight wagon
Saggin, laggin, dead bodies
need you
Or your homespun philosophy
No, no, no, no
This might make you throw up in your bed
I'm okay by myself
And I don't need you
And I never
Even if they're dull.
It's time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world
As revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere.
The trees
get your binoculars
And see Penthouse 3 where a nigga be
Spittin' fire on the P-J in my P-J's
Fire Marshall said I took it to the Max like T-J
Y'all
and I'm the greatest, yeah
I don't gotta brag, don't gotta say shit, yeah
I know I look sad up in a spaceship, yeah
That's because my mind, it be racin',
(Hey) Throw those deuces up
And add a six on it
Call me Yung J O C I'm bout to spit on it (yeah)
I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her
(16th Killer)
I was at the lugger club posting
Right off 85
Right there by Rock Legion Memorial Drive
I had a long week, now it's the weekend
love
Oh Praise the Lord above
Old Cole made a fortune selling bathtub Gin
Folks called it Devil's gold stained by lust and sin
He put that cash in mason
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