Lyrics:
the winter
On up to Minnesota where it storm in the winter
Jackson then Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn. holla at me
Me in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy
I'm
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
do no wrong
Back when I felt no conviction
For a Jackson song, man
Drop me off back in the 90s
Where I feel its good
And I’m just vibin'
On my solo
reach for my chain, I'll take a nigga life he'll never get it back (Whoo)
Really bout dat action beat a nigga ass Joe Jackson (Stizzy)
Dis is my passion
I'm on my Michael Jackson shit
Beat it like I'm Mike, Joe Jackson shit
Out like a light, yeah, I can make it happen
Watch the give me the crown I'm with
mad Joe Jackson
You should leave your boyfriend now, I'ma ask 'em
Say you gotta take the good, the bad, happy and the sad
But when you bring a better
crashin'
This is bad, real bad Michael Jackson
Now I'm mad, real mad Joe Jackson
You should leave your boyfriend now, I'ma ask 'em
Say you gotta take
T
Anarchy in the U.K. [Ba(e?)drock] of Green Jelly/o
Dangerous Album by Michael Jackson
Keep The Faith Album by Bon Jovi
Icon Album by Paradise Lost
Bark
by storm
And got all kinds of people buying our album
You ain't gon' quit now you gotta think this through
I got ya back for real son now stop acting
a castle instead
And get fed some grace by Miss USA
[Hook (Juvenile)]
How can I make a million?
Without tha feds investigating my building
I know niggas
a whole beef sandwich, yeah
I told him Sloppy Joe the nigga
762, sittin' backseat like it came
With a chauffeur in it
Yeah, fresh out the court
Ha, yeah. I know what you're all thinking
That this is some old Janet Jackson type of shit
But it ain't about that
This is the real, the street life
Michael Jackson
Don’t talk back i smack straight facts then yeah
No stopping
On god they be callin Verstappen
South Delhi can’t you tell by the accent
*Written by Bob Geldof
*From the album entitled "Mondo Bongo"
bout' nigga scram
Nigga hollin' on the ground Might catch her up and then I face him
Two grinds and wrote this album Baby Joe, make him eat his maker
Bo Jackson though, go
Prolific, no weapon that's formed against me
Is prosperin', my guard center his wall for me
And SportsCenter endorsin' me
I'm
If I see you in my dreams
I won't ever go to sleep
And I think she tweaking
I'll be gone by the weekend.
Baby we not speaking
Nah, Joe Budden got some
of the album
Lil Wayne, Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg,
David Banner, The Git It Boyz, Boozie, The O.G.
Risk Money One and I also wanna thank Ms. Janet Jackson, you
phazed
Kill Ganon, get the Tri-Force crystal
Punch Out is what it's all about, I'm gonna make Glass Joe's teeth fall out
10-Yard Fight, then to Tecmo Bowl
and won, since he was unopposed
Next, Jackson lost to Adams, Andrew's animosity rose
In '28, they raced again, this time, Adams was down
Henry Clay
in a Mac Truck
So stop all that motherfucking capping
Like G.I. Joe in this motherfucking bitch
Lil Kami stay 'bout that action
Yea, Even though I suck
many bitches, I'm on a killstreak
Feel like Joe Frazier, I knock out the beat
I can't talk right now, bae, I'm too high
I'm geeked got some bitches they
Engem néznél te is a tévében
Ha én Richard Cory lehetnék
Pisztolyomat Joe-nak hívnák
Ki is gyúrnám magamat rendesen
Hot-dogokat ehetnék
*Written by Bob Geldof
*From the album entitled "Mondo Bongo"
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