Lyrics:
to Albee Square to buy shoes
The blues, now we on the news
Man, ya ain't livin' large when you're
Tryin' beat a murder charge
Yo, can I get one phone call,
attacked by first
They're at my neck like motherfucking vampires
So critics si-day I si-day the same shi-dit, I'm always degrading, little bi-ditch
Well
of self-defense
He killed my best friend
(Who's him?)
I mean them
They was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too
They had real grenade bombs inside
When Jelly Roll demanded his name
Hail, King Porter
Well, the man responded "Porter King"
(Dig 'I'm)
By order
Well, Jelly lef' th' city, but he wrote
know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist
Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep man
Birdman Junior got the world in my wingspan
How you
, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah!
[Jamal-Ski] {best guess}
Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em
Come follow me the man me work for the mic
They
Junior in a song
Whoever thought about to be gone
Old boy used to be my dude now he blues
Whoever thought his top would be gone
Bad part I kept it G
on the North End Road
I been around, the curtains were closed
And I'm stung by love, stung by love
Baby, don't care about me
I got the growing man blues
Can't
life like day by day, know nothin' 'bout that
Teachin' him morals, integrity, discipline, listen man, you don't know nothin' 'bout that
Speakin'
Now old Jack Johnson
He was the toughest man in the whole wide world,
He used walk around whoppin' people up side the head
Makin' all sorts
believe it’s ‘88 and I’m crack
You can tell the shit’s mine
By the navy blue caps new York Yankee fitted
The Bronx was the beginning
Where cats got cement
Well there she sits buddy just a-gleaming in the sun
There to greet a working man when his day is done
I'm gonna pack my pa and I'm gonna pack my
OF LOVE
(Dallas Frazier - Clarence R. Selman)
« © '66 Blue Crest Music »
4-0-33
(Earl Montgomery)
« © '66 Combine Music »
Well the two new people
Who's that man you see
Who grooms his 'stache so well?
Man of mystery they call me Mr l
Soaring through the air
I move by leaps and bounds
You'd
We all know the industry's fake, the streets fake as well
Stand up for my rights like Santan Dave
Them man stand up like Dave Chappelle
You can lock
on that crazy juice
Went to school
It's all cool but in Junior Hiiigh
Little hooker in the bathroom getting hiiigh
What she doing and what she smoking
said, "Slim Shady you a base-head" (uh-uh)
"So why's your face red? Man, you wasted"
Well, since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I
you're a lawyer or a texas oil man
Or some waitress busting ass at some liquor stand
If you got soul we hang out with people just like you
Well my
Well there she sits buddy just a-gleaming in the sun
There to greet a working man when his day is done
I'm gonna pack my pa and I'm gonna pack my
the job done we'll be on our way
For them blue collar boys
Out in them wheatfields, , down in them mines or pushin them windshields
Haulin round the country
worked next door
Even though we started at the very same time
Alexander Hamilton began to climb
How to account for his rise to the top?
Man, the man
shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll
Make a man of him
Put him to trade
Teach him
To play monopoly and
To sing in the rain.
The poet
said, "Slim Shady you a base-head" (uh-uh)
"So why's your face red? Man, you wasted"
Well, since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I
dad pedo Peter the big guy
Gonna be a big man
Hunter Biden's on crack rock (smokin)
Hunter Biden's on crack rock
They know hunter loves his hookers
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