Lyrics:
ain't backing down for nothing
I'ma back em down like Shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand
Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man
them, if you want that Red October- but
Legally, we gotta both sign that contract
Mark Parker i'mma put Mark Parker
All on that Summer
Jam screen and by
chicks and get some digit's
And the DJ's playing them hit's
"Oh, this my jam! This my shit!
We don't know a word to a verse
All we know is the chorus
and tongue of Malcolm
Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government
Go 'head and make my album, this is the judgment
Vacate the island, billions will start
grill niggas, spit a barbecue
Committing drive-bys out a grey Coupe
When I start drowning rappers, dawg
It ain't cute
Till every person in they group
Turn
Some said it wouldn't work, some said it wouldn't last
In New York, they say that the tempo's too fast
You disregarded, but the albums got charted
We put
Getting better, trouble pearl of your jam like Eddie Vedder
Very fed up with self appoint and preserved us with past errors
That never seen their reflection
a fashion mag and Hip-Hop don't need it
And if you're believin' everything you read
Then that bullshit rags fuckin'
With your head
Just like Pearl Jam you
a hammer than a nail
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*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album "The Happy Club"
ale ACHTUNG scheibe
Za chvíľu príde ten album jak hajzel
A najebe fakerom do oka vajgel
Znieš jak keby ťa dali vykastrovať
Mal by si to celé zabaliť jak
playin' by your rules
"Sleeping With the Enemy" was album number two
Let's take a look around
And see which one of you all
Gotta balls to put me out
Here's
treat my balls like it's mistletoe
Fuck class, get cash by the truckload
Latest album with my dogs but the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride,
And it go a little something like this
Hit it
Been tryna claim things I haven't earned, honest, man
Stz and Spenny Almost is on this jam
What kid?
circlin', two cuts on shorty mugged
Streets turn by the fliest of bug
It's switch the e-shit fucker
I take rhymes like a piss
Eat the beats like tuna fish
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getting parked
By their pride clouthunters outfront
While the smart boy's inside
You know I only fuck with my niggas
You know what I mean?
I don't fuck
said forget what you don't have, look at what you do
You got your, father, your mother, your sister, your brother
You three albums deep and plus you just
of self-expression
She on call, she collecting
I'm no option, I'm a lifestyle
Driving real slow, you paid by the mile
Got to make these tracks in case I die tomorrow
of self-expression
She on call, she collecting
I'm no option, I'm a lifestyle
Driving real slow, you paid by the mile
Got to make these tracks in case I die tomorrow
some chicks and get some digits
And the DJ's playing them hits
Oh this my jam, this my shit
We don't know a word to a verse
All we know is the chorus
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
shit went? None!
So blessed I might just make a whole gospel album
Perform at Sun Daze, till it's time to rapture
Sean Don and Logic, instant classic
for nothing
I'm a back em down like Shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand
Better pray that this chopper jam, like a radio single, man
Police radio
away, the fear goes away
Eddie Vedder, Pearl Jam
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