Lyrics:
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
there sweetheart, you know, I can't do it. Pretty kind of useless, though, don't you think so Mary?
Man: Come with me to the far lands of Baghdad.
Let me ask yo
Ass some questions
If the police find you
Are you gone tell
Them that I'm reckless
Boy I'm on they list so you
Bet not get to tellin
basketball with us some time
Oh, I'll see if I can round
Up a few figure skaters
You better bring your best man 'cause me and
My brothers are gonna put you
(C'mon)
Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm sayin'?
While he doin' shows, I'm in these
boy you got me so open
Us together, boy we winnin'
Us together, boy we winnin'
You know you fuckin' with a bad bitch
And I'm fuckin' with a savage
A journey, seldom seen, the American dream
From the bottom to the top of the globe
They call me Hov
They coming for me, wanna see me fall
They know
get it twisted and try to play me
First I come out, they underrate me
Then I come back, they still try to fade me
They say I'm nasty, say I'm crazy
news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell
cyant it
And I’m blessed by Jah
Don’t you see it
Assuh me do it
Ago do badder
Ride on beat
Ago go harder
My freestyles igo bost your mind
I no come
cleaner
I'm desperate for the fame and you
Can tell by my demeanor
I want it bad, I need her
I'm thinking I'm in love
Yo if fame was a drug I
Would die if I
boy, you done (Boom)
I got me a gun, don't run, ayy
Here that boy come (Huh? What? Damn)
Want smoke so I blow out his lungs
(Boom, boom, boom) what's
a little boy without a clue from Milwaukee
So sad to see that they do not believe in me although
When it comes to effort I'm one of the hardest working
Now I want your imagination, I want you to travel with me
Oh come on, come on, come on
This young man was raised in the hills of Tennessee
When he
The Likkle House Inah The Square
Likkle Board House,
Likkle Bruk Pocket Boy
Now Me Tun Big Millionaire
If Mi Did Deh c Yaad Mi Woulda Dead By
So Give Thanks
walk by you
She see the joke in you young boy
She to grown for you young fools
Let um know
She said she can't relate
To niggas that's broke
Let um know
Yes
You hear me Grabba Coolie , mi little son
Up
A run the boy dem a run
Me see it
A me have some new gun a clap up now
And no any boy me a go make
So don't tell me whatchu wish for
You wanna be kept by a rich ho
Bitch-ass nigga, I'm tryna hit me a lick
She better pay me right now
She wanna get
"Stop the violence" what I fuckin' said
I want to see you eat, you don't want beef with me
I ain't even tryna bust ya fuckin' head
My city not no bad
be right back
I know you're slummin' and you feel me want to be like that
Well you can't see me, that's 'cause everything is black
(Black [x7])
quicker cause he saw the ray
Bad lil bitch she stay in the bay
I told her I'm trynna vibe for the day
Shawty that's fine by me
Fetty on me come my way
and black
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows, boy, she didn't even blink
And the hangin' judge was sober,
key
Me, Flippa Offset and Dre gon pour a pint in the lean
A zip in the two boy you teasin, get around broke niggas i get to sneezin, Takeoff
My
dead to me
We don't make no amends
Boy you dead to me, especially, uh
Yeah, Keep screaming you bad
Ain't none of that gangsta
I spend a night on your
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