Lyrics:
I get in a jam
I told you once, D.F.N. is the movement
If you ain't caught it by now, then you goofy
Out in L.A. and we make us a movie
This more than
can't say nothin'
You end up everywhere you say you wasn't
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that's your cousin?
I don't do handshakes, that shit
Usher)
Usher, Usher (Usher, Usher)
Can I really write this?
How many minutes 'til the end of intermission?
Is that how the show should open?
Should
bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing 'cause shit that
bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing 'cause shit that
the ghetto, the ghetto
The, the, the, the
It be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia
Same way they are in the middle of Nigeria
Every part of the whole
except for a few people, and the things are,
the grosvenor square marches in london.
The end product of it was just newspaper stories about
riots
While the music played, you worked by candlelight
Those San Francisco nights
You were the best in town
Just by chance you crossed the diamond
butter to the jam, so jam
Start in the PM, and end in the AM
I spit Stride flows, getting hit by the ram
I patrol control, so a fucking controller
friends
You wanna come through and smoke at 4 am
End up fucking to one of our jams
You know that you like me
You say you love me
When I'm off the drugs I
shook just like shazam
Blow her back out like kablam
Pussy boy dont want the hands
Know he end up like some jam
Smash that nigga like a yam
And you know
yea uh
You finna pop out and cop one of these by the end of the week, yea yea
Took a lil step back but without killing my dribble when the kid move
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
Every lyric that he spit be turnin' charcoals into diamonds and pearls
Girl when you givin' up them draws, 'cause
I got a couple of niggas down the hall
By the valley road
The lilacs are growin'
Around the mill
With an old water wheel
In his dusty coat
The river sits dreamin'
Of his true love
draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog
[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance?
Why wouldn't these
Started off for the love of things
But to remain your heart'll charge by other means
I abstained from the lure of fame, a weak hit
The secret is
would you like...
Yo, she got a convertable Benz, yo
[ Marley Marl ] Yo, yo Craig, you buggin, man
Yo, let's make jam, but we're not talkin bout Benz
changes
I sit and wonder what would I do
Pearl Jam on the jukebox, smiles that mean there's nothing new
Mind is like an ocean, always picking my next move
You know the motherfucker did it
[Judge]
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
(Some guy laughs)
[Bizzy Bone]
We had
of troubles and by opposing end them? To die
To sleep, no more, and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir
I'm never done paying my dues
My mind frame is "I'm forever making my payments"
I walk by a so called tough guy, watch him tuck his chain in
No
pull up to the club
Jumping out of the Jag
24's still spinning with a dealership tag
Brand New
Bright leather guts and pearl blue
These hoes they
As I journeyed to some avail
Failed by the pitiful propulsion along the rail
Debris sickened air, or that tell-tale sign of a tail
(An impending anxiety
.jpg/300px-PearlJam-Amsterdam-2012_(cropped).jpg "Pearl Jam")
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