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You'll know from within the things that you must do
Working through days to get something new
You'll be stirrin' it up all over the town
They'll be
Said and done, did it for my home town
Thats right when it's all said and done did
It for my home town
When it's all said and done did
It for my home
James Brown
New king of Mo-Town
Side wit folk while
You not a G you a joke and thay all know now
I don't brag about the way that I lived in the past
I
Grab the microphone and proceed to roar
Are y'all set, all prepared to start
Move in close cause here comes the dope part
By the way, I'm the Taste,
As though it is no longer
Connected to New York
Let me see your ID
That it's all in your conscious
It's all in your minds let's all lend a hand
To fight
her own warm and loving spirit
Isn't it perfect, Jim
I hunted all over town to find it
You'll have to look at your watch a hundred times a day now
Give
lookin over us
Our little Charles, but you know what
Marvin's missing you Scoota is missing you
Darius missing you Jit's missing you
(It's been too long
ain't Lil' Bow Wow
Life is all a gamble and you gotta thous' down
Win a couple games now and you the man around town
Now you fuckin' pretty brown
don't
Haseldon you genius
I know you've got this down
It's just a simple matter of making sounds around town
Yes Sir, of course Sir,
I'll give it
But you don't know all of it
Especially since the story's not over and a
New instalment just came out heading into
This weekend, as Jay-Z uses
to clean 'em and load em, doggy
You had a slow summer, I didn't H.2 gold Hummer
Not to mention new Range, no number
And you know the Rover...so move over
to clean and reload 'em
Doggy, you had a slow summer, I didn't, H.2 gold Hummer
Not to mention new Range, no number
And you know the Rover, so move over
Babydoll with the brown eyes, I be like why why?
Why ya ever wanna do me like that -
Messin’ wit them outta town guys
I told you I’d be right right back,
jigga want the crown, poor thing
I'm representing queensbridge U.S.A.
Where two sk's go off every day new flesh lay
All you little roaches and rats
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
standin' there, where the boats go by
When the sun is sinking way over the hill
On a Friday evening when the sun goes down
On the outskirts of town, I
stays right in my
N Y mentality for me, to be the best
The current, the ones who weren't
Pressed, to confess lies over hot joints
To sell to all who wanna
took me to K-Town, I bagged me a freak
Ouu money way
They ain't stacking it up, that's the dummy way
I just ran up new bags up this week
Got these shows
war with a Brown skin?!
Who wants war with a Black Kid?!
Tell me nigga!
Who want war with a Black Kid?
Shout to my dawgs, by far we got that gold skin
party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimping
But nothing like my hometown I'm forever living
Women, weed and weather
(They
all around the world for the (women, weed and weather)
These niggas'll kill for that, put it in your grill for that
Still everybody gotta build for
An' we watched as Mother Nature shook the planet
An' cellular replaced the telephone
We lost Charlie Brown, Ray Charles an' Johnny Cash
We even lost
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
(And this beat from Cash, not fom Youtube)
Plug in the kitchen he whipping that a-rod
Blind by these goofy's im feeling like ray Charles
Gloaw Gloaw
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