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sense, I'm a dollar short and a day late
James Holmes at the Saturday Batman matinee
Must have missed my CAT scan that day
I just threw a Tampax at Dre
Hey dude,
I didn't catch that,
my head was in the Bahamas,
I didn't mean to be rude to you,
in mid-Mississippi with nothing to do,
but I do recall
"lyrics here
Well I was sitting in a coffee shop
just having a cup to pass the time
swappin' rodeo stories with this old cowboy friend of mine
When
got money to do it
Take your bitch home then I'm all up in that pussy
Old school pimpin' she ain't fuckin' with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler than a fan
ownership and the 2nd amendment. There really is a double standard and the double standard is defined by race.
It's NIC McG and MISSISSIPPI; two paranoid
wordplay, when 16 ain't enough, exactly what life means to you
16 ain't enough
I know y'all gonna feel me on this one
You gotta feel me on this one
Huh,
myself to go off track
Stay back, I got the power, I'm--
[Chorus:]
Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
A-k-a James Todd Smith
Hard like
then I don't brag
I know I'm bad, as long as I know I'm bad
I don't need y'all to co-sign no shit
You can just keep making them tired old threats
of
His ways before his works of old its delight
Was to rejoice the King James Bible
Says in the presence of God
And with the sons of men
But the Hebrew
alright!
New Orleans in the mornin, afternoon
And night hell no
Damn damn
Now them violence is quick, tsunamis
I don't mean to scare
Wasn't this written
honey
How about some drink, yes some gin rummy
After that, come here and sit down
And put on tenderoni by mister bobbi brown
We waste no time, it was time
"Slow Jamz
" holla at your man
Old school like Melle Mel
Or we could go to the D where Drelle Drel
Or DC, PG, or ATL
Back in Chi, I mean my life like
bulletproof, red Timb boots
nigga loose, license plate screamin' "Fuck you"
drunken days, I wish ya'll knew
thug dreams, what it means to you
red seams, triple
to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the Ep along by James Todd
Smith I get
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)
James Todd Smith and nine years old
When Sugarhill was in control
I'm listenin'
it mean that music is to
Blame did we look for James Huberty's
Inspiration when he gunned down people
At McDonald's? What did
Timothy McVeigh like
What you mean I'm gone man
You don't even know me
Well go ahead and get 'em up busta
Come on with it
Wahaa!
Y'all bustas just don't know
And wind back down again
That's how you go
In the old black pyramid
Past the hammers on the banners
That are hanging on the wall
Is what they mean when they
still hip-hop's Jack Nicholson, I'm hip-hop's James Dean
Ain't shit changed since my first album, I still say what I mean
If your girl's pretty, don't
Desperate times will always call for desperate means - but this is the worst I've seen
Come take a trip with me up the mighty Mississippi
albino
You fucked little kids pedo Michael
40 years old, 10 years old
Disowned by his own family for
Touching 3 year old
Boys robbed McCartney of his
with the key to success
See it's a flex, CVS
That mean I got what you need for the test
I strut in the cleanest office and make a mess
Comit theft, take
Radiator won't get hot
Eh, the mean old landlord
He don't care if I freeze to death or not
Ah but, saturday night in Harlem
Oh now, everything's alright
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