Lyrics:
you freedom of speech
But then take it away
The Black man is great
Something history won't say
I'm a descendent of the Khoi
Don't forget the name
could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my love
(So don't give away
me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my love
(So don't give away) my love
(So don't give away) my love
(So don't give
made it happen on my own, from the corner store to a rolling stone, now I'm makin' Lisa moan
And I don't like to conversate with anybody, tryna make it
Then don’t even talk about it
Man I sold this, man I sold that
Man don’t even talk about it
I’m sick of these bustas up in my face
Runnin’ they mouth
God to forgive me
Nigga, and have him bring me back (Right)
Like I can't do it by myself, I think I need a map
Get me away from all these fake niggas
Vampire f-ck-d up your evening
I pop up and eat lunch, lave you in the cement
Don't believe it, stripe like a f***ing Adidas
The gun Selena, give a n****
Old Mister Johnson had troubles of his own
He had a yellow cat which wouldn't leave its home;
He tried and he tried to give the cat away,
He gave
Slow down, P-Funk is back
I see a whole lot of folks running 'round with my old style
It's cool I don't want it back
I let 'em hold that
But remember
"Mrs. Johnson
You're wearin' your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinking
And a-running round with men and goin' wild
And we don't
Johnson, you're wearing your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinking and a-runnin' 'round with men and going wild
And we don't believe you
board let’s get ahead of it
And let’s give them power
We don’t need an officer that
Makes a mistake once, twice, three
Times and finally he kills a
Boy
funny
Is it any reason why y'all starvin'
I smell bull and by smelling force
Do I really need to beg your pardon?
My jersey say James I don't play
truck (Beep, beep)
Say he want smoke, bitch, then it's goin' up (Let's go)
Gold around me like I'm King Tut (Tut)
Smalls shoot like Joe Johnson, coming in
to this track
And I don't care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Well, it’s hot,
change your attitude
我相信我能改变你的态度
But you can't throw me off
但是你不可以放弃
So don't be running away don't be running away
所以不要逃避 不要逃避
I might go too far
Perfume（中文译名:品味）
OA[原词]/ OC[原曲]:Peter Wallevik，Daniel Davidsen，Kieran Alleyne，Dantae Johnson
Producer[制作人] : Produced and mixed by PhD/ /火星电台 Radio
shit
No I mean it I really I do this shit
I'm getting the beat
And I'm taking the track
And I put on my back teeth and chewing it
Man don't fuck around
father in her life, she still call me daddy
It don't matter what whip I'm in, I'm pushin' the limit, sound like Vroom
She give me head on my way
a meal ticket
Gotta stay wicked, don't rub my hand across a meal ticket
Like a field cricket, will kick it
But we gotta stay on the learn, not to burn
"Mrs. Johnson
You're wearin' your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinking
And a-running 'round with men and goin' wild
And we don't
Tell me why you tell me new lies every day
Every time you talk your lips give you away
Tell me why you only wanna play and betray
Even making love
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
Passed the class but it's not by much
But the nigga come through in the clutch
Tim Johnson with the hoops
So you know I gotta shoot
Live in here, never
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