Lyrics:
me,
The Godly, singin' freedom songs like Bob Marley,
Watch me, on the trains yellin' street news, sellin' street blues,
Build with my peoples, Muslims
teacher! yes, teacher! yes, teacher!
In 1776 tom paine was writing books with a might and main
The tory said "now man alive"
Stop giving out with this here
our home was blessed
When daddy'd say mama sing a song
Sister left home first I guess then Bob and Tommy and Dan
By then dad's hair was turning grey
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
and you'll never get beat
By the junk food tattooed white dude true blued
Honky with an attitude coming unglued
Fate's right hand...I don't understand
black child
Raised by another black mother
If you point that out, you're an Uncle Tom
When you a black conservative
What type of words you get?
House
Riding round with my niggas
Listening to bob dylan
Bitch Im in my building
Imma make five children
Yall don't know how I'm feeling
I just hope a smile heal
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
Juro - Thot Phatty (Produced by Infinitee)
De lo Mio.
Que lo Que.
Yo!
[Chorus - Juro]
Thot Phatty, Your body
Mighty a hot like a tamale,
Lotti
home first I guess and then Bob and then Tommy and then Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I sort of had to be mama's little man
But you
home first I guess and then Bob and then Tommy and then Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I sort of had to be mama's little man
But you
Tom Barrett? More like Tom Beretta
Cause he shoots all his shots, he's a go getter
F. O. A. P., that's Frakes on a Plane
The founder of NamesCon, he's
Till she heard my sound move around till her hip pop
Shorty move around to the sound of my new song
GPS swag got the map like a tom-tom
I spit heat
Daddy Kane: no lacking, ain't no half steppin'
Dawg did a minute locked down
The Tik Tok he know just the song by Ke$ha
Bro like Bob Ross, they might get
These niggas clout chasin' just so they can go viral
I speak street Gospel, I don't really know the Bible
I call my nigga Tom Brady when he throw
get me wrong (nah)
They don't listen to the words in the song (uh-huh)
We ain't gotta tell 'em, we just getting ready (yeah)
See 'em fronting, we
get me wrong (nah)
They don't listen to the words in the song (uh-huh)
We ain't gotta tell 'em, we just getting ready (yeah)
See 'em fronting, we
No. Who are you mister? Yeah, how come all this?
Well, I'll tell you. It's like this... No let us tell you.
Mister Tom Jefferson, a mighty fine man
heard this song once when I was 16,
And I've loved it my whole life long.
It's my 21st birthday and I'm really drunk
And everyone will sing along
Oh no
the problem, ok, I'm going to show you how you're causing the problem, and now I want you to be the solution. And that's what all of these songs are about, just,
The Road" by my man Jack Kerouac
Poetry in motion, coconut lotion
Had to diss the girl because she got to emotional
Are you experienced little girl?
I
really a prism i guess
It just broke in a funny way
I found it on my way from texas
Headed for l.a.
This guitar was given me
By old man thomas gray
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
They wanna say it's a war
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