Lyrics:
the Jackson's)
And have enough kids to make a band like Joe and Catherine, yeah
She ain't no different from me
And he ain't no different from you
So we got
We’re so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you
stimmt nicht
An Bushido bist du gebunden. Das ist richtig, für dieses Album
Das Album, und das wurde bei Sony abgegeben
Und niemand ander'n. Und
it hard on the block
Yeah I like my benjis on top yeah I like my benjis on top
I'm cool wit the Jacksons I fuck wit
The Grants but I like my benjis
towels (ok)
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers (ok)
They been countin' for hours, gettin' kisses by the thousands (ok)
Money
(Listen)
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you rappers
A lotta green with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay Packer
I pack the zero's, meaning
(performed by jackson browne and bonnie raitt on the pete seeger tribute album where have all the flowers gone;1998)
Jackson:
When I was a young man
Jim to the dogs, Peter to the dance.
A cousin of mine goes potholing,
A cousin of here's loves Joe Dolan.
Summer comes around each year,
We go there
Jackson was working until they gone
On tour just so they could make payments on they homes
Everybody cried when Usher sang him a song
Joe Jackson was
Sherman:
Jackson, Tyrone!
Diákok:
Várod már..
Miss Sherman:
Jackson, Tyrone!
Diákok:
Nem tudod,
hogy koncentrálj…
Visz
pour moi j'ai un putain
D'mental à toute épreuve
J'ai failli die à Vegas, comme Joe Jackson
Sous les beaux yeux d'une pétasse
Anglo-saxonne la mauvaise
DNA
I got demons, pain and enemies inside my DNA
I got passion, guts and action tucked inside my DNA
I got pints of Michael Jackson's blood inside my
like Joe Pesci
Catch man home alone and you're dead meat
Beef? Smoke a spliff with one Tetley
Don't stress me out, no don't stress me
You don't,
Buffett, Lyle Lovett and Bobby Gentry
Jerry Jeff, Bob Dylan, Donnie Fritts,
The Dead, The Doors, Patsy Cline, John Prine and more
I got Jackson Browne,
to
Swallow when everything controlled
By that all mighty dollar
We don't fear God in America
Okay the sun rise from the east
The west marked by the beast
stacking, strict as Joe Jackson training
Five kids to blow
Fraction of my mind died years ago
Miserable drunk beers at most
Swung at by school principal then
lane nigga
You fucking with the Don nigga
Follow me
Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can
homies a Whether B
Fred Dogg S P double E D Y cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe
B
Seaten
Richard Fagan/Joe Collins, Of Music, Inc (ASCAP/Life's A Pitch/Joe Collins Music (ASCAP)/Foray Music administered by EMI Music (SESAC)
Hey hoe come
action like I’m Joe Jackson
Damn, who got beef
I feel like Lil Scrappy in this bitch
Young dog spitting bars, Lil Scrappy in this bitch
Nigga stuck inside
you either Joe James or Troy Davis.
Where co-defendants turned strangers ain't that perfect?
Prison prayer can't save ya they ain't churches
Chorus
of Joe Jackson's kids
I ain't get this nice overnight, it just happens when you practicing
I got some accolades under my belt
Pussy like butter the ones
turn razors where you either Joe James or Troy Davis. Where co-defendants turned strangers ain't that perfect prison prayer can't save ya they ain't
flying, now I'm crashing
This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
Now I'm mad, real mad, Joe Jackson
You should leave your boyfriend now, I'm a ask him
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