Lyrics:
the kitchen like Bobby flay
Cook up in the Stu like Ronny J
Cook up in the booth like a holiday
Out in holly grove, man fuck Hollywood that's all I know
Putting
J Rush on this Beat
You Ooo Oooo
Oh Yeah
Nana na na na na ah ah
Every day is not a Holiday (Day)
You always Pass my way (way)
Girl I keep loving you
the state he can't walk away
Never get back what you saw and say
Had to learn that the harder way
Kill the past it's all okay
Easy to say harder to play
Easy
('fore)
Girl, I felt your presence when they let you through the door (door)
Never had a bruddah give you everything and more
So I take a little piece
J.Rich till I buried that guy
Father Heaven sent the cadence and I married that fly
Look
J.Rich had pride had to sever that side
I was on the rode to hell
around and had to leave the world
'Cause you couldn't separate the geto boys from girls
Geto Boys is the motherfuckin' shit, never forget
Them
around and had to leave the world
'Cause you couldn't separate the geto boys from girls
Geto Boys is the motherfuckin' shit, never forget
Them
mais je ne f’rai pas d’aveux
(No no)
Ouais j’sais c’que tu vaux, j’sais qu’tu vaux beaucoup mieux
(Oohwee)
We had a chance, we had a chance
But we had
unaware
Innocent I never had a say in these affairs, no
I could see the future pretty clear, wanted mansions for my cousins
Chase our dreams without
hereditary
Nah you were never that nice you were never my type even though you're gorgeous and everything
Hey J what's good what you doing bro
Nothing
inside
Now daddy can't give no cuddles at night
Was a troublesome guy, hustlin' by
Everybody's raw, had enough of his lies
Always had Ps, now he's
the garden paths
Like a mother had done
So Eliza stood by her choice
And in her bed she did lay
She never saw her family
Again until her dying day
She wished
the Kodachrome now, later
With a lid to brow staple
Revist the cobra loading zone
Molar foaming but he hold his own. Wound
Cauterized by the zippo he had stole
Just like I'm the king on the microphone
So is Dr. J and Moses Malone
I like slam dunks, take me to the hoop
My favorite play is the alley-oop
I like
Didn't blame either it was the
Norm to us I mean
None of us my friends had daddys either
I was raised by Erie Avenue
We young niggas carry burners
They’ll
you needed space
Stay in the crib and just be to yourself
I had some feelings i had to escape
I never thought i had peace i could Build
I never thought
of the school in her P.E. shorts
Life goal is making out by the hand ball courts
Then one day she found out I sold pot
She said, slide your girl a J and I'll
I bought no gift this year
And I slept with your sister
I know I should have thought twice
Before I kissed her
But with the year we had last
clothes
No I never had heat
So a nigga stay cold
Living in a cold world
Like a nigga J Cole
Mama paid for my school books
But I wouldn't go
Try to put me
[Verse: Corey J.]
Now I ain't never have a fear of the bottom
Just a difference in opinions from the niggas that surround it
Niggas always got
It''s My Time Dawg You Had Your Chance And You Missed It,
To Endure Thru Everything Gotta Be Strong,
Most Get Baited By The Bullshit So They Never Catch
me?
What if it was me
What if I never got the one chance to be
Everything and everywhere I go, I wouldn't see
If by your hand you took that from
passing by
Never thought that any anchor
Could hold me down under the water
But now you're in my mind forever
It was Ketchikan Ketchikan
Had a lot time
UPPERCLASS TWIT OF THE YEAR
Cut to Upperclass Twit of the Year Sketch. The five competitors
run onto the pitch.
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