Lyrics:
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch.
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side,
But he
just do what he please
He wear no shoeshine
He got toe jam football
He got monkey finger
He shoot Coca Cola
He say I know you, you know me
One
I'm gonna knock you out
Mama said knock you out
Don't you call this a regular jam
I'm gonna rock this land
I'm gonna take this itty-bitty world
just do what he please
He wear no shoeshine
He got toe jam football
He got monkey finger
He shoot Coca Cola
He say I know you, you know me
One
third generation Bay Rap, and I'll be damned
Mark Seven got me heated on this Bay cut jam
Can't understand, how some this shit be getting pressed
From
followin'
Legions of fans got their hands on my old jams
And new fans, they were sayin' "Oh damn!"
At every punchline, and now the rumors break and hit
just do what he please
He wear no shoeshine
He got toe jam football
He got monkey finger
He shoot Coca Cola
He say I know you, you know me
One
was jammin'
Jammin' for the first time
The square root of a positive groove
Times a happening melody equals a jam
Give some to the back
No
no tomorrow, don't beg or borrow
We take shit, and separate our stuff from the fake shit
The jam start sockin, make ya feel like a quake hit
The whole
Hey hey, my my
el rockanroll no morir jams,
hay mas en el cuadro
de lo que puedes ver
Hey hey, my my
Fuera del azul why dentro de lo negro,
and don't even know me
She lonely and she thinks your a phony
I take a piss on a development deal from Sony, or Def Jam
'cause your like all of the rest
in cars)
Start it up.
We're just along for the ride
How come you shaking inside?
We're just along for the ride
When you're caught in a jam
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch.
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side,
But he
rappers on the street for sport
Doctor Giateen cutting you short little man
but you don't give me props 'cause I never won at Scripple Jam
well fuck you, I
the only weapon of choice
It discharges with ease and reloading's a breeze, it's the one
It will never jam it will never melt down, it's the one
It razes
Kickin up this jam to let you motherfuckers know
I don't drink Brass Monkey or the Colt 45
Only the Corona keep me feeling real live
So if you don't
within this week
But I'm three feet from gold and I was told I got a flow that's cold
I guess that explains so many units sold
I make jams you'll bump
in a haze and somehow
There seems to be a parade behind me
On my way back home
I can jam my foot in the crack of the door
Sit myself down never
was.
Thanks for the memory
Of Schubert's Serenade,
Little things of jade
And traffic jams
And anagrams
And bills we never paid,
How lovely it
know what I'm about
Live a man, tiger man, every time I write a jam
I excite the tiger land, play me close I bite a fan
Rip it, tear it up and shred it,
just do what he please
He wear no shoeshine
He got toe jam football
He got monkey finger
He shoot Coca Cola
He say I know you, you know me
One
Spanish Fly
You know what this whole jam means right here
It means we're fucking you and your homegirl
Ha ha, peace
è solo la 31 fobia e, gente mia, il dado è tratto
La jam è nata e resta intesa come festa
O come testa testa e la cosa per cui abbiamo combattuto (è
the hotty stop
She likes to dance to the rap jam
She's sweet as brown sugar with candied yams
Honey-coated complexion
Music camay
Let's hear it for
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