Lyrics:
make it to the top, well he probably did and dropped
Struck down by the strength of the will
Ain't nothin' left here partner, just the dust of a plague
make it to the top, well he probably did and dropped
Struck down by the strength of the will
Ain't nothin' left here partner, just the dust of a plague
four counters, we be workin
If he get hit with this shit right here, you mind well close the curtain
I just put another sixteen on the block like James
knows we're here, so he should come out any second
You boys ready?
Hell, yeah
(What's up, fellas, how y'all doin'?)
Hey, Boss, man, how you doin'?
plane."
"American bandstand. And now, here he is, the star of our show, Dick Clark."
"Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do
the cocaine and the cannabis
Ain't nothing like it america loves gangsters (he he he he)
Hate stones, but the man you trust
Cause its fun to watch cannon's bust
something I can sell
Clientele, buy it well
Maybe I should buy a whale?
Grab a lion by his tail
If he holler let em yell
Did it for Dem dolla sales
keepin' niggas hotter (ugh), nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and blocka at every hour
Some niggas like that powder, foldin' up with that drain
keepin' niggas hotter (ugh), nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and blocka at every hour
Some niggas like that powder, foldin' up with that drain
Mommy, they're here again
We've come up with something new
That all the others can't mock
With funky music and a fresh rap and
We call it just rock,
He blessed me
By sending my queen
I'm eternally
Grateful for it
And this praise here
Will show it
'Cause I just wanna
Tell you how good
God's been
He's
surgury like Quincey Jones
Cause I can give Beverly, Demi and even Melvin Moore (more)
Van Halen, Eddie, get Ellen ready make Pauly Shore (sure)
Your new
he wonders
How somewhere along the way
He went from Huey to Eddie Wuncler
I been so disconnected, my perspective is ignorant
When you rich, niggas
Beyoncé Lebron James these niggas eating
She Want me to tell my story but she don’t believe it
So I had to tell her how I came up
Ima hot boy watch it now
four knocks
The same knocks from before in my dream
I pulled the glock
Kissed the tip and let it scream
Huh, this cat didn't scream
He responded by
Wassup!
This is a brand new experiment called Groove Machine
We are here to let youl know where the funk came from
A long time ago a jazz legend
In the land of crooks
Couldn't beat the band of books
Demands from the rooks
When you the mother fuckin king
Give 'em dirty looks
Lebron James
With
straight
If I ever want my record to see the light of day
I'mma find a way, weight of the world, need a lift
If he carry bags I know he gon' need a tip
you do
And then the policeman looks at me and screams see now I warned you
Then he starts pacin the floor screamin God what have we done here
Then she
tell the world
James is running round the park
It's the best time by a mile
On his headphones is a song
He'll repeat it all day long
Going home and off
I just want the bag for the love I give
Still want the fans for the rebels 'round here
10K for the moves
We done made with the crew
10K for the moves
At night, I lie awake and this man is burning
Every waking moment, he haunts me
he's coming
I know he's coming
I see someone else in the fog by
steak and bacon with Satan
They can abrup-tly be taken by Yates
And I'm placin' this blade in his guts,
Amazing to us sleknov raisin' a cup here's to,
Can my homeboy tell y'all where
The fuck he from?
(Ah yeah)
Can my homeboy tell y'all where the
Fuck he from?
Ayo Cube, let's get this party started
Discuss these hes here by eddie james Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In