Lyrics:
(Well boys we hit the jackpot this time)
(Let it go)
(Got to let it go)
(Orkin man I ordered pest control)
(Yeah)
Know it's time you gotta let it go
When Jelly Roll demanded his name
Hail, King Porter
Well, the man responded "Porter King"
(Dig 'I'm)
By order
Well, Jelly lef' th' city, but he wrote
Junior in a song
Whoever thought about to be gone
Old boy used to be my dude now he blues
Whoever thought his top would be gone
Bad part I kept it G
, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah!
[Jamal-Ski] {best guess}
Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em
Come follow me the man me work for the mic
They
on the North End Road
I been around, the curtains were closed
And I'm stung by love, stung by love
Baby, don't care about me
I got the growing man blues
Can't
believe it’s ‘88 and I’m crack
You can tell the shit’s mine
By the navy blue caps new York Yankee fitted
The Bronx was the beginning
Where cats got cement
Well there she sits buddy just a-gleaming in the sun
There to greet a working man when his day is done
I'm gonna pack my pa and I'm gonna pack my
Now old Jack Johnson
He was the toughest man in the whole wide world,
He used walk around whoppin' people up side the head
Makin' all sorts
Who's that man you see
Who grooms his 'stache so well?
Man of mystery they call me Mr l
Soaring through the air
I move by leaps and bounds
You'd
OF LOVE
(Dallas Frazier - Clarence R. Selman)
« © '66 Blue Crest Music »
4-0-33
(Earl Montgomery)
« © '66 Combine Music »
Well the two new people
We all know the industry's fake, the streets fake as well
Stand up for my rights like Santan Dave
Them man stand up like Dave Chappelle
You can lock
said, "Slim Shady you a base-head" (uh-uh)
"So why's your face red? Man, you wasted"
Well, since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I
on that crazy juice
Went to school
It's all cool but in Junior Hiiigh
Little hooker in the bathroom getting hiiigh
What she doing and what she smoking
Well there she sits buddy just a-gleaming in the sun
There to greet a working man when his day is done
I'm gonna pack my pa and I'm gonna pack my
you're a lawyer or a texas oil man
Or some waitress busting ass at some liquor stand
If you got soul we hang out with people just like you
Well my
worked next door
Even though we started at the very same time
Alexander Hamilton began to climb
How to account for his rise to the top?
Man, the man
said, "Slim Shady you a base-head" (uh-uh)
"So why's your face red? Man, you wasted"
Well, since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I
the job done we'll be on our way
For them blue collar boys
Out in them wheatfields, , down in them mines or pushin them windshields
Haulin round the country
dad pedo Peter the big guy
Gonna be a big man
Hunter Biden's on crack rock (smokin)
Hunter Biden's on crack rock
They know hunter loves his hookers
shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll
Make a man of him
Put him to trade
Teach him
To play monopoly and
To sing in the rain.
The poet
the great divide, and a white man stiff and still,
Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill.
So I thought of the contract I'd made
night city
Money, money, money
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Summer night city
Money, money, money
In the rich man's world
Den går på band!
Kan
to be a mercenary
Now I work in a merchant bank, I'm well-liked by the senior ranks
Though behind my back the juniors call me fairy
And how can I
Just the other day my man mentioned your name
And asked me what was up with you
(What's going on girl?)
And I never thought in my wildest dreams
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