Lyrics:
Got a light skin friend, look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark skin friend, look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark skin friend
Got a dark skin chick
soul
Hook:
Head shotBlaow!
I can hear the reaper calling
Trigger finger doing the jerk, look like that bitch retarded
One by one, just by breathing,
The cats, you can dig the song
Yo the black panthers woulda had their own cartoon right
I know and 8-track Walkmans, right
True, The Jackson Five
You know my name is Rich
I'll be yo homie like Quan
You know I got yo back
Like the V on the back of V lone
The only reason I fuck
Cause You trust
or fo'
Years, not months, have mercy on my soul
Threw on the wife-beater
Put a fitted on my skull
Took a long ass piss
Grabbed my shades and hit the door
I
right? Sike! Your soul is mine
It's all good, being a dead beat's got benefits
We'll be best friends, that's the end of it
Then I get a rush
to get paid?
(That’s a gimmick) what’s when
You’re yelling and screaming up on stage?
(That’s a gimmick) when your
Career is numbered by days?
(That’s
(I think it's time I start feeling bitchy
I've been too nice too long
Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty) --> Millie Jackson
(Gon' be some
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
do like John and let it be
Poet's poet but you know that I was po' as Edgar be
Devil wanted my soul, but the soul resurrected me, on God
Live by
the feet
Playing by my own rules so I don't never have to cheat
Make em run that shit back Devin Hester on repeat
Jackson Woods Jordan James nigga all my
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
She know what I can bring to the table
I can tell if it's real by the label
We had TV, but we didn't have cable
Now I'm richer than all of my
can just say the word
And I'll be there like the Jackson 5
My words aren't enough but my actions might be
So don't take it lightly
I would kill for you
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
oh The New York Dolls and me
So let's take a seat at the Jackson Hole
Let's raise two cokes and toast his soul
The soul of a man - our friend
Paul
sold, jerk
I'm worldwide, from girls I hide
Not gay, no way, but they all wanna ride
Mine, they bring me roses and wine
But I hate cheap sex, so next
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
took my steed
And round the bend I saw my friend
Jackson Bailey Davis
Named after a horse
Held my father's shotgun
Typically kept above the fireplace
He
for...
Play me some Jackson and Straight, some Junior and Jones
I'm pouring out my soul with every last shot of Patron
Take me to Amarillo, like red
fiendin' tho
Feel like Michael Jackson by the way I beat it, oh yuh
10-4 going hard on a weekday
Said she like the way I treat the pussy like some
lips and piercing eyes
Some might say she's cunning
Take that operation by surprise
You used to be running
Losing what traction you had
Action in
silver
He can turn your pain into joy because he's a healer
But back to the doe mine old like Joe
Jackson in 2010 ummmm where should I begin
I been
see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
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