Lyrics:
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Alright Jammer, come, let's do this
I grab Chip in a headlock and use him
I'm from a little town called Manchester
I'm about to do this million
of it
Those who spoke of love have suffered killed by the public
Men are suckers thus subject to be puppets
And are suckered much by little or nothing
You make me feel so nice (so nice)
Only with you by my side (side, side, side)
Yeah, lookin' back in the past, that shit was bad, I mean past
an end to this night
But now it's 6:39 and I got you by my side
If you take a little step onto the edge
And let yourself go
Know, I will follow
If you're
[Verse 1]
It was a hot night in August, (hot August night), humid
Hit the store to get some O.J. to shroom with
Ooh shitty, I'm in the world's
Would you get put out your house or your school or your job
Do you love the praise of man more than the praise of God?
Do you really believe that Jesus
[Intro]
Can the church say Amen? (Amen reverend)
We gon' do one more offerin right now
We gon' do another one in fifteen minutes
And we gon' do one
touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
August
September all that we got now is wet hot American summer
Throw it on me like an Afghan from your mother
Stay under it
If I had a little
on Chris Farley that we'd be a little tardy
But now that we're here we gone move some girl's bodies
Cause my ladies in the Rock love to sip on some Ciroc
on Chris Farley that we'd be a little tardy
But now that we're here we gone move some girl's bodies
Cause my ladies in the Rock love to sip on some Ciroc
catching her
Damn, I get that money like sure
And my beats so sick that there is no cure
See, I get between more knees than venereal disease
Yeah you know
stife with the stool
I need these hoes by the two
You want love I can't afford it
Withdrawals in LA since August
Honestly it's all above us
I just wanna
bunny
Missing Lola bored in line
for Twisted Colossus
Brand new bitch in May
Watch fumble me by August
I'm gone until November
But quickly came back in
lacking.
Who is this Jesus? Why is he different?
You choose Messiahs by the sack full.
We need him crucified,
It's all you have to do.
We need him
the amber of the southern lights
Knew you were home by a creak in the floor
Foot silhouette under a bedroom door
I got one more chorus left for you guys
you
Guess it wasn't good enough for me
I guess I give you a reason to see
A little lot of nothing in this excuse for a person to call myself
I wanna
Jesus loves me I can feel it in my soul
There's a long and windin' road that I long once more to travel
There's a home place in my heart sittin' high
'till the weekend
'cause there'll be no time but we'll get by
What if there were no more mama's boys
What if no one shares their humble appearance
What
hopin' it could
They say racism don't exist, if not, why the fuck we pissed?
They hate me 'cause my skin, I'm proudly ripping behind this fence
No more
catch the hottest
My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
You know, we be the boys
the hottest
My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
You know, we be the boys clockin'
just can't seem to get enough of
There's more there's more
There's more there's more besides joyrides
The little house in the countryside
Understand,
a little water
Get on any track, and I ride it like Marauder
I go hard in the mother fuckin' kitchen
Half thing, whole thing, nigga I'm pitchin
Hit it
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