Lyrics:
no hanging out
My pops was club hopping back when Rick James was out
And all I get is Trinidad James
Wait a minute that's strange
Sip a bit
tight
I've been had by the balls all my life
I'm in no mood now
To stop dead and talk it over
I don't need no fire and brimstone warning
I've been
You're killing me Smalls
You need to fall back
Masculinity called
He wants his balls back
I heard some of them rhymes you said were all that
Well, I
school (school)
First class - guitar 101, james brown - second hour
Horn part, u ain't got none unless u got tower of power
Bootsy will teach u all u need
words and music by James Rider
Just me and a friend roamin' around
Him a magician and I was a clown
Playin' the streets for a dollar a day
Waitin'
"This shit is garbage"
God's given me all this
Still I feel no different regardless
Kids look to me like as a God, this is retarded
If only they knew,
go pop a couple tabs, take a day trip
Yea, keep them legs split
You know I like to taste it
Yea, give me kitty or the Swisher, love to face shit
meet me in the country in the long grass
In the summertime in England
Will you meet me
With your red robe dangling all around your body
With your red
If there's a god, god bless the boys who pull me up from the lows
Praise Howlin' Wolf, Dylan
Praise Little Feat and Morrison
When my obsessions
movies by Will
(What up Will?) seven movies by twenty mil'
And you still ten short from what
I did with one deal (DAMN)
Don't compare me to nobody
I'd
as any human could
But that won't get me by
I could be anything I wanted to
I wanted to
I could do anything but one thing's true
Never gonna be
only come half the way
But look in the mirror, I see an older me
Not realizing all the years that passed away
But I know I've only come half the way
the rolling stone tour (ah-ahhh!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
[all] one, two, three,
by the bishop's knee,
"Five hundred white stots I'll give you if you give Hughie Graeme to me."
"Hold your tongue, my noble lord, and as of your
ragazza è Lilith
Mi scopa e fa due tiri
Morirò in un bagno, Jim Morrison in vasca
James Dean in auto, sto bruciando
Io e te sotto un camion, buio nella
'lookin straight cash
James hopped in all he smelled was straight gas
Will looked at em all he could do was laugh
Say boy you a fool you a lil spazz
Lit
back, stay back, I'm in the Maybach
This ain't James Brown
But it's the big payback
Watch me zoom by, make it boom by
What up to all the ladies
Hanging
You know I, this is James Brown
I'm such a lover of people
Because people did so much for me
I'm a lover of all humanity, all man kind
And I feel
James DeBarge]
Ev'ryday I gotta watch these suckas roll by, keep an eye on they
Started spotted (?) I don't know why
Turned my back on an awesome party,
Is that right?
[James A. Smith]
Yeah, it upsets me to hear a World Class Wreckin' Crew
"Homosexual" disrespect some real soldiers
[Too Black
Gather ‘round boys and girls
Let me tell you a story about a man scorn
They called for his death
Called for his death since the moment he was born
I dream of a place where the Guinness flows like wine
I wish I was in Ireland seeing all there is to see
Surrounded by my best mates and the rolling
and good day as we went roling through
Billboards and truck stops pass by the grievous angel
And now I know just what I have to do (pick for me James
Look, if you had, one shot
To sit on your lazy butt, and watch all the TV you ever wanted
Until your brain turned to mush, would you go for it
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