Lyrics:
Talk with Punch over the phone
He told me brudda all is well
Know his time short
When he touch down
Know that we causin hell
I roll a dook up in
James
Got me all in the mix
Like I'm doc Dre
All the opps' demand answers
Like how sway
Okay
Watch how i move like a clock face
We in the Tesla with
distant from fame
You insist that I came, ignorance blitzing to flames James
Dope must be in hell, catching hell like NFL
I tried to see eye to eye, but I
and I
Me and you
Oh you
Going deeper in the night
With your voice my only guide
I'll wait for the dawn
To come rushing by
One step closer
You and I
to see what that shit feel like
Intoxicate our mind 'til we so gone
That's when I wake up sober, somethin' tellin' me, "Go home"
Feel like that means
Written by George Clinton
Lead vocals by James Young
you come to me girl
tears are in your eyes
your head's bowed in sorrow
you whisper your
mothafuckin' endo to smoke
Ask TeeCee the loc, you don't know by now?
I'm that ganged up nigga with that midtown sound
Hit the club in my Dickies on some
my tracks, and I get pulled up by the feds
Got the knife in my clutch, now I'm caught my hands red
Like a gardas gut I tuck it back up under my vest
He
a nation reduce fight the power to gin and juice
Some people gave it up and turned it loose.
[verse 4]
Beethoven, bach brahms
I want some james brown
Even
(Hook)
Transformers parked up in the driveway
I don’t even know how I did this Shit
Couple checks on me Lebron James
I don’t even know how I did
When I met you, you went by your middle name
You said, "Hello, Miss Jones, they call me Silas James"
I was new in town, but you'd been here for years
In my mind's eye, I stand with the eleven
On a hilltop near Bethany
This is the place where we last saw Jesus
As he was lifted up and hidden by
mine like an oracle
Money talks so broke folk ain't audible
Paper like a girl so they say you need to chase her
I just drive by 'em pick her up speed
I've seen the media twist up the story while it goes round the globe
Bullion once told me he might quit along the road
Ah Ah Ah
Road Ah
Along
, Harden
The problem is the environment
Grab you by the lace and tie you In
Even if you innocent, Thats Fucked up
Family hurt, Chris had to get Bucks up
Pookie that pussy be controllin' me
That thang keep callin'
Fuck maintain, boy, I gotta keep ballin'
Pink bottles keep comin'
James Bond coupe,
In my bad I got this shit poppin'
New residual
James Wade verse:
Dem Lights is On - as soon as I show up
Reload - and Dats when da smoke comes
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
to call me by
My rap name
I'm underground like a slave in the rap game.
I'm in the club
Dunking on them like Lebron James
Bitch I goes in and I goes off
I'm in a race all by myself
A bunch of me's in the stance
Running out of love for these niggas
Like a hole in my chest
Fucking up a check once again
they'll say you retreated
Pick up your favorite magazine and read it
Wrapped by a power, a musical shower-shower
A picture-picture of me-of me
they'll say you retreated
Pick up your favorite magazine and read it
Wrapped by a power, a musical shower-shower
A picture-picture of me-of me
lookin in
Much to my chagrin
But I always put my faith in H.I.M.
Selassie keep me bubblin'
What might be troublin'
Just thickens up my skin
(BOOM!)
On the corner by the square
I burst through that door
I said, "Pour me somethin' stiff
I got a story and it's laced with despair"
On my left sat Joe McKennedy
His
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