Lyrics:
fight this glock
And you can say my beats are fake
But it don't mean shit when your gettin paid
Hip-Hop, the jam don't stop
You know My name is
we got a...)
Oh, Brian, you tried to give this play bass, didn't you, oh, hell no
Let's go jam a little Ebony and Ivory
Maybe I'm amazed at the way
Turn me on
Turn me on
Let me jam you
Girl, whine harder on me
You got me going crazy, you
Turn me on
Turn me on
(Ooh yeah yeah, ooh yeah
put hands to your chest
Boom blam, won't jam when I blam at your neck
Real talk, my spit hot saliva when it inject
Irv Gotti, Def Jam..
Right here, where my dogs at?
Got them all for you baby I got them all
I gots them all..
the chief, he invited me in
He said, a heep big jam session's 'bout to begin
He handed me a tom-tom, I picked up that beat
That crazy thing sent shivers
Thanks for the memory
Of Schubert's Serenade,
Little things of jade
And traffic jams
And anagrams
And bills we never paid,
How lovely it was.
We who could
(This is how we do it)
C'mon now, Def Jam, you know that
(This is how we do it)
This is how we do it
ends
Omo Men dey mend
Opps dey fear
Site dey clear
Say I no like stresssss eh
Live my life
Flex my chest
Hear my jam
Make he ease your stress
Say
Bottoms up (up), bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up), up (up) up bottoms
My visions blurred (com'ere)
My words slur (com'ere)
It's jam packed (yea)
last dance
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand
be cloudy
Smile and all the world say's "Howdy"
Off with the blanket, up with the curtain, greet the new day
In with the sugar, down with the jam
lyrical style
you're gonna get sprayed
masterminded with a master plan
well i'm back to the jam
with a mic in my hand
so where would you rather be
living
a cover band warming up for the fever jam
Blondes' in the bathroom washing X's off their hands
All of them party people stacking up in a line
Pushing up
seteru
Penyokong orang tua dan orang yang lemah
Pemimpin orang muda dan sukacitanya
Senjata perjuangan di prang penggodaan
Dan bantal perhentian di jam
Knock-knock kids get ready to fall
There's 69 in the county pole
Knock-knock tombstone honey-pie
Time to ride, time to jam
Lucifer rising yeah,
around me wherever I go (yeah, yeah)
'Cause that's my twin, nigga (Von)
See, shit got real (shit got real)
And I got locked up in that jam, but I
mi now
True ambition him lack (chuckling)
Yuh neva know
Your enemy from your friend
Especially when we all Black (Play this is the jam)
So mi say
was.
Thanks for the memory
Of Schubert's Serenade,
Little things of jade
And traffic jams
And anagrams
And bills we never paid,
How lovely it
pilin'
New Wraith with soft plates, long as the bitches smilin'
Ciroc boy, AP on the rocks
New Sunseeker, four mill on a yacht
I came from the mud, Def Jam
a deal but his rhymes was whack
Def Jam now that he signed a contract
Now he got jealous and mad at my shine
Making silly tapes, I'm always on his mind
was.
Thanks for the memory
Of Schubert's Serenade,
Little things of jade
And traffic jams
And anagrams
And bills we never paid,
How lovely it
Ye oh
Stop poppin' the ben
She will never again
He would have hit it in a bang
Step up in the Benz
Feeling de element
We were poppin' in a jam
I'm
the jam pot
In The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me.
The first day that I wore my Knickerbocks
I felt so funny after wearin' smocks
I looked a little
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