Lyrics:
so let em feel
Touch my private my thing made of steel
Shootin gizm she ride like a Geo Prism
I'm out in Cali San Bernardino Valley
skin, but you know I had her creamin'
Janet Jackson by the way I had her screamin'
She hit the group chat, said "That nigga had me fiendin'" (ah)
I'm
more fun not being skied by Neem
Handling with Joe and Haak is really blast
They catch all of my throws, even a shitty push pass
Learning the sets took
Look like Janet Jackson
That bitch came over lookin'
More like Freddie Jackson
Nah, nah, nah, baby
Won't be no time for no action
I'm just gon' play this
(after the song ends)
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... As you can see, MUSIC can get you
pretty fucked up...Take a tip from Joe, do like he did,
is Killa Season
Watch him kill the season, paid checks heavy
It's King Jaffe Joe, get ya tape decks ready
Cam'ron:
That's one and out, let's go, let's
Owww!
Get on down [x3]
[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
niggaz mane
Plenty nights I went lurkin through yo section wit my weapon by my lonesome
Just ta let ya know I’m steppin
It seem to me dat dez niggaz
believe those days are gone
It's something about a cup of joe
That takes me back in time
To a little farm, tucked inside
The Jackson County line
Rubber
so let em feel
Touch my private my thing made of steel
Shootin gizm she ride like a Geo Prism
I'm out in Cali San Bernardino Valley
always be remembered as Kenesaw Mountain Landis
Fellow named Joe Jackson was a fielder for the Black Sox
And he always wore his black socks, but he
to himself and he cussed
He left Sacramento early that mornin'
With a sackful of mail for St. Joe
Had to outrun some outlaws outside Carson City
By
John
You baby dick-sucker
Joe Jackson beat you you better dance
Like James Brown faggot in red leather pants
You made up vitiligo you're
A liar you
to simpletons
This is Serena "Crip walking" at Wimbledon
Or Michael Jackson moonwalking for 'Thriller' then
Know this believer is often indifferent
To idle
jogginghose, Jordans
Jugendlicher Joseph Jackson jawohl, Junge
Jetzt jedes Jahr jüngst jumbojetten
Jumpende Jeeps, Joop-Jeans, Jewelry
Jailhouse-Jargon,
that I crafted
Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered
By a psychopathic, way beyond an average
Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it
What's
Ayy, where we at? It's the Jackson
Ooh, my love what else?
They say you better safe than sorry
Don't get caught without it (For real)
I say you
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
cases niqqa
Opps killa', I'm the KKKop killa', a Monster
The new Hip-Hop version of Michael Jackson - Thrilla'
All I need's a beat from Dilla to show you
fit, just stay inside
Don't play no fence, no switch no sides
Go grab a switch, JID Jackson Five
Joe's whipping kids, Mike's still alive
Pour up some
Get Rich!
KingDaymO big O be the wave,
Too hot too cold big fever, & I been popping my shit in these speakers, & I been steppin' ina name of Jesus
You could get knocked the fuck out like you Ben Askren
GMF from Baltimore, man, I feel like Jackson
I'll look out for you he sacrifice his time he never make a dime dem even take the song dem call it Steppin Razor
Verse 3
Now Joe Higgs
Peace, this is Spike Lee
A.k.a. Shelton Jackson Lee
A.k.a. loving husband and father
Of Tonya and Satchel and Jackson
I'm here with De La Soul
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