Lyrics:
your pimpin
Arseno Hall your pimpin
Eddie Murphy your pimpin
Jive your pimpin
RCA is pimpin
Top Dogg is pimpin
Michael Jackson, Ah you ain't
We just spoke the other day
And the magic was completed
Now treat it like Michael Jackson
& you can beat it
But I’m more like Michael Myers
You
Jackson I'm really finna beat'em up
I don't give a fuck tell that bitch wussup
Smack a bitch ass like Will did to Rock
This ain't what you want
Promise you
Hernandez in 81 years with a kick stand
Rappers OG but really so soft
With they Michael Jacksons hands
So I slap they nose off
Seeing those 20s and 10s i’m
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
bitches
Yuh I ain't the same same same
No eternal mistakes
Split my brain
Floor seat lakers game just saw Kobe shoot
I'm with Michael Jackson and he told
it's not my fault you chose that route
This is all I knew
I had no choice
my nigga tf u talkin bout
I grew in the sum gutters single mother n still
Left Brain rocks, Jimi Hendrix rocks
Michael Jackson rocks, Santana rocks
Di Meola rocks, Quasimoto rocks
OutKast rocks, Snoop Dogg rocks
The whole
neighbors
I wear my chain proud, it's a trophy
I'm with the same crowd, these the brodies
I don't got the same mind, you don't know me
You don't gotta
I feel so good
Yeah, let's go
We ain't rockin' no shell toes
Fly Giuseppes, got brimstones on my Velcro
Strapped, lookin' like Michael Jackson
hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon rock it
Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket
I cut hand, you still can't get no cards
You couldn't deal with
chase after me
20-20 still can't see the peak, ascending casually
Michael Jackson, man I swear it ain't nobody bad as me
Drop top, gold wrist watch
to the other side
And I didn't even have to die
Got the money and I never show it
Let a nigga try to play heroic
Michael Jackson talkin' to me in my dreams
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
I'm the king of rock, there is none higher
Sucker MC's should call me sire
To burn my kingdom, you must use fire
I won't stop rockin' till I
They can't compete
With the MC ( DMC )
I'm Run and I'm running
My razor slice an open Mic
Michael Tyson confessions
PLUS
Ushers
Deacons and the reverends
And rollercoaster
I'm pushing for something
They can't compete
With the MC ( DMC )
I'm Run and I'm running
My razor slice an open Mic
Michael Tyson confessions
PLUS
(Precise)
Man them niggas can't fuck with you man fuck them niggas man!
(Mystikal)
I know I I I know
I know y'all niggaz
stacks
Hands down, yeah, the big dawg comin' back
Think you good? Nigga, pants down, you smokin' crack
Michael Kors robe, mm-mm, nah, Michael Jackson
Luther? JFK? Shoot you—you assassin
Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it's Michael Jackson—oh
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit
We are no novice can't contain us
We will rock this
cause we rap so futuristic like we were taught by spacely
sprockets you got it
Anybody wana test
soundin like bah bah bah bah bah bah
These niggas kno how i rock
Buss down rolly got diamonds up in it a nigga try reach for my chain den u kno he get
And keep throwin' money til shorty gon' touch her toes
I'ma keep it real with you baby you bad
Kinda like Michael Jackson you bad
If you was my girl and left
And keep throwin' money til shorty gon' touch her toes
I'ma keep it real with you baby you bad
Kinda like Michael Jackson you bad
If you was my girl and left
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