Lyrics:
What's your name again, uh huh
Alright
You're daddy says I'm
Alright
And the Tipper thinks I'm
Alright
And Joe Perry says I'm
Alright
Pitched my
to be Jack Bauer
So let fam' keep talking
You gonna need a "Weekend At Bernie's"
If you trying to see a +Dead Man Walking+
[Red Cafe]
I guess it's
how we roll
Just Jack, Dan, Niz and Ivo
Me and Ceej and Mod Joe
7 strong
Another 7 on the end
Heavens gone
You know we're aiming for the stars until
Chorus
My third year to adulthood, still a knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
I don't do jack but fightin' lightin' up
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
gather all the pieces
So the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation
For the deceased...
Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws
Wrinkles smoothed by
that Funky sound
How could I know that Joe Tex was shot down by James Brown?
Kool and the Gang and the Parliament and Jackson Five were around
Now
watch thirty karats - Suga Don the grand-daddy
Rappers, while you're hatin' your car, we now have it
(?) we move packages, (?) jack it
Man stood
motherfucker (What?)
My momma's dead (what)
My daddy's dead (What?)
My brother's a dope fiend, I'm duckin' the Fed (You lyin')
Word got around that a nigga
Over there by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me
to keep my paper sturdy, yo word G
I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me?
I
wack, matter fact
It's like a cat from Mexico
That trap all kinda yay
(Kanye) wearin' a MAGA hat
A holy shirt and a pair
Of Yeezy's tryna swagger jack
You
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
homies)
It's all hood bro, these decimals help me cope with it (Dead homies)
These papers I'm signin' got so much shares like I'm socialist
Trust funds by
it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
words and music by Joe Jackson)
Take what you want
But just what you need
For survival
Take what you want
But just what you need
For survival
on the Underground Railroad'
Swing Low sweet chariot, This plantation ain't home it's more of a Marriott
c place where you're staying for a while. this is temporary,
Joe's hopes were broke
By the dope left looking like a joke
Some days I’m good but most I can't cope
But tonight I’m feeling alright
So I’m gonna get
about your nervous energy
Inescapable pit of anxiety
Trying to relate to me
Wasting all your time for me
Trying to escape from me
Feeling dead like Prince
I'm far from subtle
Call out my name, and boy you're in trouble
I'm like bulletproof, stabproof
Yeah I got armour burst that
I don't care if your
Jack Chan, like he that man
He got bullied one day and brought his backpack
Michael Jackson on these niggas, he a bad man
Went home, never told shit like
G
Canfield Rosenbloom Sammy Geigs and Ricky
Garret Colin Luciano Glover Matt and Avery
Jack bacon Joe Neaman and the very last one
Yours truly
a fucking dead
Your nans dead, shes in my floorboards
And nows shes smoking herbs and shes all gone
You'r nans a fucking carnivore
Shes a little dinosaur
She
to be Jack Bauer
So let fam' keep talking
You gonna need a "Weekend At Bernie's"
If you trying to see a +Dead Man Walking+
[Red Cafe]
I guess it's
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