Lyrics:
Or just smurf it left to right
We could bounce, skate and rock
Play that old school I like
Ooh babe, remember that was the jam
DJ is scratchin, I'm
there
Bah boom, bah boom, bah boom, bah
Bah boom, bah boom, bah boom, bah
(Hey, hey)
Drop my kind of nectar, jam it to the floor
Where my best clothes
house party
Like the brother with the mic in my hand
Lets cut and stump into the jam
Like a bro from the blue I break in two.
It's on you
It's
slam it, baby
Get on up, get on up, get on up
Get on up and dance
Go ahead, baby
Aah, freak out
Enter the jam, the party is packed and I rapped
Girls
the fight for a cab
Take our place in the jam
And watch the clock again
There is a man in my head
I think he came from the screen
Or the bible
All he
we're the only
Nominee nominated representing our race
This jam is dedicated to all the pretty faces
And we're gonna rock like you like
Spinderella
y'all were home
And can we please have a moment to mourn?
For Pac, Biggie and Pun 'cause through us they live on
Jam Master Jay, Freaky Ty and Aliyah
I can't even trust my heat, 'cause sometimes that bitch jams
And everybody that I meet swear that they gon' hold it down
And every bitch I thought
you naked a million times
I long to be dead
And sleep with the fishes under the sea
They can swim through my head
And stop all the traffic jams
American Express is Black, I'm at the Sumit
The Benjamin Grier of Def Jam, y'all know
My po'tfolio was sicker than polio
For real God is good, he took me
pancakes with plenty of syrup and butter
And two slices of ham
Three eggs, home fries, and four biscuits all smothered in jam
Two glasses of milk
jam? (Ew)
She like meat and I am servin' ham
I like an ass rounder than fuckin' fan (ew)
If it's too much for you, let me know
'Cause I know your
guess that's the price you pay when you become a rap singer
I work hard, word to God, with supreme motivation
To find a way out since '85, try to jam my
wheel, listening to my favorite jam
Ridin' through Hollywood, I'm feeling like the fuckin' man
Hundred grand to see me, count it before I go to sleep,
the KRS era
No I won't let up, because of how I'm set up
I come in the jam with the crazy fresh lyrics so you get up
MC's get wet up, they met up with
Girl the way you movin' got me in a trans
Dj turn me up ladies this yo jam (Come on)
Imma sip mascato and you gon' loose them pants
And Imma throw
just do what he please
He wear no shoeshine
He got toe jam football
He got monkey finger
He shoot Coca Cola
He say I know you, you know me
One
Lyrically I no well
So if you jam me for your street or club,
You jam me for your area
If you catch me with your babe or your mummy,
Catch me with your
in control, she out with me, we never lonely
I had a couple ones that tried to jam me up, not anymore
No, I don't need you in my house tryna wake up
mają
A mają urodę
Tam się chłopcy schodzą
Jak po żywą wódę
Mamusiu tatusiu
Jam córeczka wasza
Kupcie mi korale
Do samego pasa
Do samego pasa
Do
on a date if I had some money
But all I have with me is some jam and honey
I don't wanna work in the night
Or wake up every morning
Too many thoughts in my
Join the fight for a cab
Take our place in the jam
And watch the clock again
There is a man in my head
I think he came from the screen
Biscuits and cakes,
Cherry jam,
Loaves of bread,
Beef and lamb.
Carrots and beans,
Bright bouquets.
Lots to see
On market day!
Come on! Let’s go
beli mobil baru
Aku tahu
Kau lapar sekali, aku tahu
Di jam makan siang
Lebih banyak foto berdua
Dengan pacarmu yang sekarang
Kau lebih bahagia, ku tahu
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