Lyrics:
Talk tougher than james cagney
Act smarter than charlie chan
Love longer than valentino
Or you never will be a man
I saw him down at the drive-in
you're gonna tell a story about people's worries
Watch what you tell 'em 'cause they don't bring you glory
It only brings agony, ask James Cagney
He
ask James Cagney
He beat up on a guy when he found he was a fagney
Cagney is a favorite he is my boy
He don't jive around he's a real McCoy
Chuck D
social serviceses and shit for bein a slacky pappy
My khakis are low saggin from illio type little bags
Pushin ten of them on top of the world like James
she was
Daisy Mae in the 1940 RKO
Pictures production of "L'il Abner"
Betsy Ross in the 1942 film of
Yankee Doodle Dandy with James Cagney
(43) Lana,
Only piece of luck that's ever come my way.
Can't wait to tell her
How much I've missed her.
Feelin' sorry for James Cagney
'Cause he's never kissed
wielkim stylu
Dosyć mam syfu synu za twarde nawijki
Zdobyłem miękkie dywany i miękkie ręczniki
Będąc na szczycie świata jak James Cagney całkiem szczery
Tak
powiem jak źle mi bez niej
I jak biedny jest James Cagney
Nie wie co to szczęście
Gdy zasypiam widzę Bonnie
Tylko o niej teraz śnię
Jest mi dobrze tak że
My verbosity and crying
Only leaves you unimpressed
Want the charisma of James Cagney
You'd be co-starring as Mae West
But on most days, I am lucky
If
babyface så James Cagney
Ingen federe når eg brese meg Heilt ærlig
Eg kjøre stilen min og dride i kem så kallan grove
Eg prøve å bygga någe i byen der de
utolérte őt a blues
Te James Cagney lehetnél, ő meg Rita Hayworth,
A boltban a pult mögött.
Nem hinnéd, hogy egyedül él, facér-e vagy csak kacér?
the street
We grew up as neighbors
But i never heard him speak
Ooh, Boo Radley
Ooh, James Cagney
Ooh, are you happy?
I don’t really want to know
Jackie was
change channels
And watch a James Cagney movie
Marching soldiers singing
"Over there over there..."
seems to be an illusion
That escapes me"
Felt like james cagney running outta coca cola
But you can't milk a cow with your hands in your pants
white bitch, white fist
Beat your bitch like this, white dick, white sheets
Devin make white beats, suburban kids from the white street
James Cagney
a stick Pinnochio, no strings on me
And go for broke like James Brown dancing for alimony
I talk shit all day and drink wine like a catholic priest
("Aiyyo
first name Stacy
I was gettin' Cagney high and gettin' head from Lacy
'88 graffiti, chicks was still masin'
I was a Millionaire when Rick James was
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