Lyrics:
Cause real G's they move in silence
I live out my life in defiance
So now I'm stranded on an island
And like a rich guy's jet it's private
Statistically,
(Jeff, what the fuck are you doing?)
Bitch, bitch, bitch
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout-'bout?
I've been smokin', smokin'
Now I got cotton mouth
down
You'll get robbed, Jeff pullin' your money out
Nigga be snackin', don't really know who to spell thrill
Wait, bullet so big, I can kill him, but I
it right
And we had just gotten back off tour last night
So the gang and I thought that it would be groovy
If we summoned up the posse and done rushed
cause it's solving 'em
If you don't gotta check don't check on me, you don't call enough
First bitch a nigga ever had she fucked all of us
(No jeff, I
how to feel
When this
Dream of mine used to be so real
I would anything just to sign a deal
But now I trade it all for a home cooked meal
I wanna
[Pre-Chorus]:
You could tell by my eyes I'm a zombie
Smoke the green make it look like safari
High flyer I feel like Jeff Hardy
So when you look at my eyes, know
borner on a New World Order
And a nigga fight the struggle sorta kinda on some rappin' shit
But real activists be on death watch like Mumia Abu Jamal
Ain't
a furnace
I'm breathing
This fire get
Smoked by
The burner
These niggas
Will lie and act
Like they do
Numbers
No I'm that type
To be real I been
Under
the TV screens
So I can have real phone sex
Know what I mean?
[Lil' Kim](Will)
Here come the butter baby
(I bring it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter
Written by Bobby Turner and Jeff Hunter ⓒ2022
Bobby Turner
Lead Vocals and Background Vocals
Words and Music
Keyboards
Drums
Jeff Hunter
Keyboards
and alone
He was there for me when no one else was
So Jeff Gordon, if you're listening to this
Thank you and keep on racing
When I was in school (School)
I
{written by Sheryl Crow, Jeff Trott and Brian McLeod}
{additional vocal by Larry Graham}
Everyday is a winding road, is a winding road, is
Trying to stay warm hearted in a world so cold
So cold
Got to get straight though all these forks in our roads
In our roads
I remember I was told all
gotta do
Hey, hey, hey
POPeye shot this you lil bitch!
Gotta stack & reinvest so I can get more dividends
Shout out to my mom & dad, we some rich
hear you callin' me, Lord knows you love me
The passion of Rule is so real, just lend me your ear
You'll feel what I feel, you'll tear when I tear
your ashes, put 'em up in a urn
On a mantle for memories
I hear you callin' me, Lord knows you love me
The Passion of Rule is so real, just lend me
Real troops so walk around with the joint so get the point
Get get the point get the point get the point
And now lounge to the sounds cause the best
uh uh uh uh uh uh
Smoking so much pressure I got diamonds in my lungs
Nuh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Put him in a box; might need a job at Amazon(Hey Jeff!)
Uh
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom fowler (bass)
Ruth underwood (percussion)
Jeff simmons (rhythm
pleasure. Check it out
It's real smooth
(Intro sample: I'm the Slime by Frank Zappa 1973 album Overnite Sensation)
I'm gonna blow your mind (best believe
Last Words
Performed by The Loyal Order
Written by: Jeff Buehner and Brandon Cook
Lyrics: Jeff Buehner
Produced by: Rob Daiker
Lookin back ain't
it, try to break it but it's yours and mine
Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally
it, try to break it but it's yours and mine
Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally
.jpg/210px-EVERY_TIME_I_DIE-2_(cropped).jpg "Keith Buckley")
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