Lyrics:
lawn where a nigga got the ganja growin'
No cats or dogs, rats or snakes, Sams or Jakes
Around here, it's all gravy, ham and steak
Mama cookin' that
Hi Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize
Tribal scars in Technicolor
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Kevin Carter
Hi Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize
God bless America
Carter, are you prepared to take the constitutional oath?
I am
Would you place your left hand on the Bible
And raise your
my green light
Bitch it's Carter 4, murder's all she wrote
Now it's fuck everybody, like a Scorpio
Still running shit, I'm on my cardio
Boy I'm
Dear Till Family:
As a recording artist
I have always been interested in word play
My lyrics often reference people, places
And events in my music
Hi Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize
Tribal scars in Technicolor
Bang bang club AK 47 hour
Kevin Carter
Hi Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize
Hi Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize
Tribal scars in Technicolor
Bang bang club AK 47 hour
Kevin Carter
Hi Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize
I had a man
Let's call him Sam
And Sam will never understand
How we live, we are the artists
You gotta know once you dip your toes in the ocean that
I mean?
Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that, like colossal
Like, know what I mean, like
I heard you were lookin' for me
Hey, Mr. Carter
Supreme
Nicki Minaj is the hardest bitch
More than a artist, bitch
She talk a whole lot of shit
And walk around like she President Carter's bitch
She
River
When Maybelle Carter died
Then walking down that river road
I saw crystal tear-shaped droplets
Silver beads of love sparklin'
On the river side
Minnie Pearl, Ron Reagan and Sam I am
We even lost Superman
Expensive gas an' free downloads
The dot-com boom, an' reality shows
What's gonna happen
daddy, the bitches hands on
Fucked your bitch for a Sam's card, a SIM card and an Android
Shots all in the airway, bullets make 'em do ballet
Pullin'
and gentlemen, pimps and players
Half-ass rappers and true rhyme sayers
This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter
Because this is the Carter
There's a place down the street we call Sam's Place
It starts a-jumpin' every evening when the sun goes down
You can always find me down at Sam's
There's a place down the street we call Sam's Place
It starts a-jumpin' every evening when the sun goes down
You can always find me down at Sam's
Here's a happy tune you'll love to croon
They call it Sam's song
It's catchy as can be, the melody
They call it Sam's song
Nothin' on your mind
gardę to chyba jest żartem
Lepiej mała weź zejdź na parter
Dziś tu jest parkiet parkiet
Na ucho mi mówisz że ładuję jak Carter
Potem znikasz na fajkę
book in hands
Got a great big mouth to shoot you down with
Bam! Bam! Jumbo Sam
(Gonna get, gonna get you Sam)
What a ham, Jumbo Sam
(Gonna get, gonna get
Chain Gang - Written by - Sam Cooke
He Don't Love You - Written by - J. Butler, C. Mayfield & C. Carter
Searchin' - Written by - Jerry Leiber & Mike
Here's a happy tune you'll love to croon
They call it Sam's song
It's catchy as can be, the melody
They call it Sam's song
Nothin' on your mind
What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?
Balling 'til my hair is as white as Johnny Carson
You don't have to beg because I'm fresh out of pardons
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