Lyrics:
After sitting in a class full a lectures surrounded by fakes
Now can you talk real not the same my tracks on my worse days are yours on your best days
em like a verse and lay em on the beat
Celebrate easter by goin to Cony Island when heap
Just to have a slash out and bang it out on the beach
In
grease that you used over and over again
If you only go to church on Easter and holidays
Then you ghetto, believe that
[Chorus]
Can you be rich
It's hell up in Harlem, my main man just caught a bad one
Wetted by a magnum when he didn't have none
That goes to show you that even when you're
they call us black now we wasn't black from the jump
And Why the land got tooken by some tricks with a gun
Why they call us all these titles but
live and direct without further adieu
I bring to you Redman one more time
This is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it god damn!
So who's that
ain't playing neva fold
Bitch I'm headed for the door (Ooh)
Leave me by my lone
I ain't fucking with them folk
Got em ducking all the smoke
When I get
an amateur
Hundreds of years under belt, the wonder he's dealt
No wonder he's better than the rest of them
Easter Bunny, Sand Man, suck it up and suck it in
ain't who they suppose to be
I never let a fuck nigga get close to me
YTL Gangis the hardest thing over east
My bitch from overseas dick in her ovaries
I
Hmmmmm
Locked and loaded
Come by the crib I'm focus
Outspoken
Baby got a body like Venus
I'm not joking
Baby wants to slide on me cause I'm focus
had hopped over fences
Banana yellow Fiskers (skrt)
Pushin' crack like we invented it
Jeff Koons, Louie Rubens duffle got ten in it
(got ten in it)
Kobe
and turn our cursive like
A game of quidditch with an animal
We lost you but we got you back
By gradually holding this fort down
Annual, continuous, heads
Patsy Cline, and Johnny Cash
Part of our Life that went by way to Fast……
On Easter Sunday a Pump went down – Nothing open for miles around
Visit Dad,
the child to a pedophile’s throne
Bread and defiled by Rome
Warlocks get blown over bones
Catching dome in Vatican catacombs
Pagan maiden, mother and crone
I don't feel like being bothered
You could be a king or a president
To a lawyer you are unimportant (Who are you?)
Had my heart broken by my
grease that you used over and over again
If you only go to church on Easter and holidays
Then you ghetto, believe that
[Chorus]
Can you be rich
I prize the cloudy, tearing sky
for the thoughts that flap and fly.
For staying in and reading by.
For sitting under.
I read a book of Madeline
yansh
Big Yansh over big breast (big yansh!) big yansh too dey ease stress
Big yansh is like bedspread as I spread it out, I lay with my chest (with my
That's gotta be 20 feet in the air
He don't care
Jeff Hardy
The thrill seeker
Oh my God
SWAN
TON
BOMB
Whistle This another one
4 Nick Chew a nigga
Everyone gather round now
Sing us a song
Just in case by tomorrow
It happens he's gone
For two weeks and seven days
Our fair foreign friend
I
Everyone gather 'round now
Sing us a song
Just in case by tomorrow
It happens he's gone
For two weeks and seven days
Our fair foreign friend
I
Everyone gather round now
Sing us a song
Just in case by tomorrow
It happens he's gone
For two weeks and seven days
Our fair foreign friend
Words and music: jim johnston
Solo: jim brammer
Additional guitars: jeff johnston
I'm not complaining, I'm just saying, you're the girl that's on my
New year
(Chorus )
New year.
No stress.
No regrets. Mo sex.
Bull by the horns. Blue cheese. Chicken.
More checks.
Cop & flood my Rolex.
Kill
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