Lyrics:
Set! (Killah!)
[Cam'Ron (Jim Jones)]
Yo baby yo, Hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
(Now y'all
Set! (Killah!)
[Cam'Ron (Jim Jones)]
Yo baby yo, Hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
(Now y'all
Talkin' Casey
John Hurt, Winwood Music Company, Inc. The Adage Group LLC.
This is the story of Casey Jones He was a mighty engineer
His train was
boyfriend wasn't on my level
She told me her last boyfriend was the devil
I can make it better but I got a shovel (ha ha)
Yeah you like that yeah you like
make music so the world listens
I’m still intact I can adapt to any situation given
When I’m killing the riddim it’s evident that I’m driven
I’m skinning
And trap by, Night
Eight to, Five That's my work, Life
Shout out, Jim Jones We all about, That vamp life
But thank God, That curfew's Over I could, Trap
music
Music is the soul of the man
Music makes a happy day
Music makes the clouds roll by, baby
Your music kissed my tears and set my eyes
Your
that, in this country town
The facts are black and white when she threw her arms around me
I went ......... crazy
We danced the hoochie-coochie,
out to ur fit, finally the blessings has come follow me rejoice when its ur turn I will follow u rejoice,
Music all the way, music is the vibe, wanna
that's our bitch and that's all cool
When you trip out, wan' dip out
She just call me and I fall through
And that's bad news, hold these nuts, cashews
started selling smokes
She tells me that I'm funny
Why don't she laugh at my jokes
I find it hard to be in public when I'm high off coke
I'm unemployed but
'cause growin up I was never the logical one,
Packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son
With a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped,
I
like, like)
Don't be mad, let her get hers
Don't be mad, let her get hers
She make her own luck
She don't give a fuck
She trying to have fun
Take
she wobble, she wobble it
I throw a little rack for breaking her back
I'm outta there Jack
She suck that good dick she a bobblehead
Baby girl suck that
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music
Used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people
overweight, when I go to jail she post bail
And when I'm hungry she fixes a plate she's playa hated
By these sucker, and homie they wanted the beef
She
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
grands by the AM, and I ain't referring to Pontiac
Now where the money at, when I'm done pumping that crack
She know I'm coming back
I say she got that
the dee-tees, I got the jones
I got the dee-tees, I got the jones
Smoke and drink and pills and powder
Trying to make the music louder
Living like there's no
Ayy, let me hear that ho Jeff
This the Intro Part 2
Beat By Jeff
This the 2, been overdue
Bruh, I'm ranked uno
AK with me, new money gang
Kel with
wanna make love
Make love
Make love
This type of music make always help me get by
Get by
Get by
This type of music the only thing that gets me through it
when the sunrise
I break one down, and the rest goin for the high
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block
when she walk
Like a Love Jones when she talks
Such a cutie right? Their whole crew is tight
But they don’t do it like her
It seems like for a while
his ass when he made the dumb-ass mistake to ask her what her parents were like, and she done it all shut up on tranquilizers too." [Jack Scagnetti:]
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