Lyrics:
and raised
Philadelphia born and raised
This is Philly you welcome to come check us
South Philly where they made me
But North Philly where they raised me
May
know
Cool
I guess
I'm like probably anything you can
Call American
If not than I'm still
American
So than
My dream is not destroyed by
This
you want mo James wrote no
Cause if you want More we can make a deal
Ro got pills deals on wheels nigga we about to profit man I'm on my way
James
could say He fileted it
I had death, He had life, so He offered I traded it
Let me slow it down
This my real life y'all, why would I debate it
You can
cotton candy (my love)
That don't mean you gotta stop dancing
'Cause the way that you move is so demanding (my love)
Let's put it on cruise control
you gotta stop dancing
'Cause the way that you move is so demanding (my love)
Let's put it on cruise control
Let me take you to the crib, let me
Own me, I'll let you play the role
I'll be your animal
My mommy likes to sing along with me
But she won't sing this song
If she reads all the lyrics
in this world (Boss)
(Boss) Hey, I'm a work it on the corner (Yeah), work it on the block (Yeah)
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's
there's no place like home
As we're rolling down James Bay
My name is Daisianne
Catch me if you can
Proud broomball player
Cheers from the fans
I
remember me
Enemies, we all got 'em, only ones that are from the bottom
Who I love, place no one above, none above
If you was there when I was starvin',
Let's make this Christmas mean something this year
Let's make this Christmas mean something this year
Hi everybody, this is James Brown
This is
niggaz felt entitled
Are you SHITTING ME
Man I did this by myself
Are you SHITTING ME
On my dollie with no help
Are you SHITTING ME
They telling lies I
your hands up high like a false arrest
Let me see 'em up high, this is not a test
Yes, put 'em up, this is not a test
Now hands where I can see them,
your hands up high like a false arrest
Let me see 'em up high, this is not a test
Yes, put 'em up, this is not a test
Now hands where I can see them,
James:
How beautiul love could truly be?
Jessie:
No more talk of why can't that be me
James:
I'm so glad I finally see
Both:
What is this feeling taking
on purpose
Spin the wheels I'm always turnin'
Where clients your you still servin'
All this talk but you ain't earnin'
You hate me cause I'm spittin' facts
Durk so you can't run when we come and shoot
Bet them bullets hurt now you look dumb in that casket suit
Put my faith in god and this gun I'll let
gotta love me
You can take me out the ghetto, but you can't take it from me
Gotta love it
[Chorus: Rick James, (Backup singers)]
(Talkin' 'bout
Iraqi, Israeli
So I'm wondering really
What could you actually tell me
I'm tryna keep my homie from throwing crack in the skully
So, back with this pen
world, all I have in this world
Hey, I'ma work it on the corner, work it on the block
Work it till they love me, baby, work it till it's hot
All I
Yo
Let's do this
This goes out to James Charles
James Charles
Hi sisters
Never mind my style
I can't think about the hard times
My heart's really
brain
They call him James, but sometimes it's just Jamie
I'm crooked and crazy but that's the way the game made me
You either hate me or love me man,
high school
When Master P
Would have me jumping out the top roof
And Juvenile with the ha
Let Mannie come produce it
And them titties gon bump
popular, never lost a battle Smack
I made battle rap popular
You got popular off battle rap
But let me travel back to this cat Goodz
It's a wrap Goodz
This
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