Lyrics:
Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James, it goes
Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome
But Alex was
(uh)
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Nothin' can save ya
I mean crabbin', played out by backstabbin'; I feel like tyin'
of the Mississippi, where old tales abide
In the Wonder City's heart, we're determined to ride with pride
Past the house at 8-1-2, now just memories and ash
Where we
ask no questions and I tell no lies
I got big old pupils and bloodshot eyes
I'm on the brink, if you know what I mean
And the twelve-step program
and milk it till it's dry
Bulldog the Mississippi, pin it's ears down flat
Long before you take this cowboys hat
"Now partner this old hat is better left
to get me
This is bigger than the color green
This is Denzel in the last scene
Of a Spike Lee joint, Malcolm X story
Necessary by any means
This is
Orleans and those jumbo shrimp
So ask no questions and I tell no lies
I got big old pupils and bloodshot eyes
I'm on the brink, if you know what I mean
Too many changes, you changed from your greatness
Become a byproduct of yourself all for the paper regardless
The markets see you as a old
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
it's dry.
Bulldog the Mississippi, pin its ears down flat
Long before you take this cowboy's hat.
Verse 3:
Now partner, this old hat's better left
the bank, that's where I stay (yeah, yeah)
Hardest worker in the business, call me James (James Brown)
Set my old-school on some forgis and blew out their
same old guy
It's 'cause I don't know how anymore
I don't know how, yeah
I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half
I try to joke and I
the moons of Pluto, back down to earth
Ladies and gentleman, one more time, give it up for
The Old Dirty Doggy, I mean, the Ol' Dirty Bastard
I love
Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
A-K-A James Todd Smith
Hard like penitentiary steel
Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
Home girls in
of Gaithersburg, and you'll never know
What it means for a kid in his teens and his entire team
To go from open mics to actually living they dreams
This a "thank
all, but I got some news for you
When it comes to making music - you ain't the only one
Cause by the time you kids get there we old hippies been and gone
don't mean to be a wiseguy officer
The honest truth, what really happened is
I just came from a plane from Dominican Republic
By the time I got
don't mean to be a wiseguy officer
The honest truth, what really happened is
I just came from a plane from Dominican Republic
By the time I got
the thumping
Leave yo body Slumpin
Swolled up like a pumpkin
By the time they find you
In the bottom
Of that Mississippi river
Call on me
Im gone deliver
With
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
heavy
All it means to be country rich is parties by the levy
We be country rich in a rusty old Chevy
We be country rich with a bottle full of brandy
We
decide soon
I'll get flowers down at James Cress
You can wear the same dress
We'll pass up the limo
For an old sedan, yeah
Cringe at every air horn
Kiss
Orleans and those jumbo shrimp
So ask no questions and I tell no lies
I got big old pupils and bloodshot eyes
I'm on the brink, if you know what I mean
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