Lyrics:
gaps and holes
Use to be off in corporate but I don't work no more
Hop up on each track and hit it with a body blow
Would've thought I was ex-lax, by
and telly
You've changed, Katy Perry
Used to be irritating but lately you're very
Whereas me
I'm the same as I was as a teenager
But with a way bigger belly
(In the ghetto)
Something had a spell on me (in the ghetto)
You all know what I'm talkin' bout (talkin' bout ghetto life, talkin' bout ghetto life)
Is that right?
[James A. Smith]
Yeah, it upsets me to hear a World Class Wreckin' Crew
"Homosexual" disrespect some real soldiers
[Too Black
recollecting
You’re forever in my memory
Long live James (Long live James)
Long live JT
The way y’all left it really hurt me
Lord save me
Wish we could live
And "jiggaboo" and "spearchucker"
And ugly real ugly
By the local White folks
And the local Negroes too
Just because she was born tobacco brown like James Brown
Ma
bruh
Ayy, ya'll at my show, when
I say these names, ya'll better scream for
Me i don't give a fuck if
You know the names or not
Google them they will
[Snoop Dogg]
You know sometimes in my rhymes I just feel like I has to
Do what? Give ya something to mash to (allright)
Cuz you know I'm the master
the pair I'm like why them people trying to track us
I got no time for a hoe only bitch I got time for is face down with that ass up ok
She give me diploma
they set that song up
Bro!
And let me tell you something:
MTV, fuck you! Once again, as always! I’m on
My Trump shit tonight! Let me tell
You what it
give me my soul
My nigga
I ain't ever letting you go again
I ain't ever letting go
I ain't ever letting you go again
Please give me my soul
I
a
Freeway then a couple of years later
You got famous again when a
Freeway almost killed you
Don't ask me to give a fuck I
Ran out of fucks to give
I hope you
and start to black out like a light concussion
I think I'm working with something
So Lord knows I gotta chase this dream
I'm just here to give you the story
And flip that, on video
You and me yo, is you wit' that
And Scotta to Prada, can you fit that?
Let me get that
Verse Two: Rick James
Girl you don't
for me
Life got me throwed off
If you got a cure, let me hold something
I need to heal these scars of mine
Falling, but I gotta keep my head up
Im
probably the last 16 that you're ever gonna see from me
Now welcome to my tape, y'all give me life just by pressing play man
Now welcome to my tape, y'all
night
And I come here to training
And when I leave tonight
Ecoute, mon spectacle est fini some of you
Will stand by me for ever but some of you
May-be
a songbird with a brand new track
You underestimate"
I'll give you something to believe in
Burn up the basement full of demons
Realize you're a slave
like I'm Johnson
They jaw stuck in awesome
I'm Sherlock, you're Watson
I spit flame no arson
Drink milk by the carton
It's james bitch, no harden
I chew
Alright, let me start off by saying this one is another one of our fucking perverts Jamez
This one's for you
Fuck you James, you a pussy anyway
I
jams
Blowin' the tweeters
Rugged raps with a DJ cut in the meetings
G-G-Get 'em!
Let me give you facts, before CashApp
I was frontin' niggas workin'
ENOUGH OF EM FACTS
BUT ONE THING I NEV ER DONE IS GIVE YOU SOMETHING THATS WACK
SOME OTHER BROTHERS RAPPING JUST ABOUT AS DUMB AS THEY ACT
MONEY MONEY I
Written by James Young, John Curulewski
Lead vocals by James Young
yeah
now tell me girl
won't you tell me true
help me get this out of my
nothing to me, and so it's nothing to you
I'll give you something to see coz I got something to prove
So I gotta believe it's more than something to do
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