Lyrics:
Adul-Jabbar, the Black Panther Party, James Earl Jones
The FOIs, nucka, Howard E. Rollins, sister Naomi, yeah, nuff respect!
murdered her,
Witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us
[Jim Jones]
By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist
you need girl ima hold you down,
If you need a lil' dough we flipping got somewhere to go I'm whipping,
Be a love hustla whatever you need girl ima
has an O-level in chemo-hygiene.
Simon-Zinc-Trumpet-Harris (T.J.) , married to a very attractive table
lamp. Nigel Incubator-Jones (J.C.), his best
and the blood
I sweat even when I ain’t tryin
My niggas Dey call me da plug
So I just keep whipping dat fire
I whippin dat trick sent Terrance to Howard My
fly by
Shots goin off
For columbine high
Little white kids
Takin walks
On the crime side
Never come back
Type of thing
Turn america black
Are you ready
I was Reading Howard Zinn
Go read Howard Zinn
One day I fell asleep with my headphones on
Playing Miles Davis I was
Feeling kind of Blue
Spiritual
bold and said to them “this is my mother’s property, I am willing to go the extra mile for this; I will go to court and take back our business soon”
This
us
Suck a dick man, ayo Jones, what's good?
Santana, Freekey
They gon' be mad this time, huh?
Ayo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house
Harlem,
getting cold this time of year
Well I feel that you'll be running back
I'll be here
The days and the weeks go by
Will you start to miss what you left
Bankroll got the bitches bad on the pole
Pull up to the club, I let it go let it go
They call me young Quavo throw
Young Quavo throw
We get ignorant in
Its Blank
Bound
Lets go
Your place
My zone
Back break
Ride slow
Soon as I get you you gon be Beggin FOMO
Soon as I get you you gon be Beggin FOMO
Where we are is never far from home it could be London Town it could be Rome
Who we are you'll find out soon enough you'll find out soon enough maybe by
Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon
Two thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon
New entrepreneur, no match to go to war
On tour, blowin smoke out the four by
disgusting
I'm rushing like I'm Aaron Jones
Hit me on the phone, yeah I'm home alone
Why, tryin' to bone
Watch your tone
She say that she coming over and that
gifted person
Happy holidays
Pray you get what you deserving
One more time
Imma go in one more time
Look
Nigga be in tune as soon as Freddy drop
All these
on my shoulders, I guess the guests can go and call me jonas
You might as well just put a Steffin where the Jones is
never go to jail
I expect you'll have me dead before that
I know how much you just wanted to win
What you did to Mom was horrible
How could you do that
Amazin' man got a letter from a Asian fan
He asked, "Was I black
Was I gon' play Japan soon?"
Wrote back, "Yes", danced in the shower
Got dressed old
of tea)
But like all dead beat dads, the Father eventually got distracted by everything
And soon forgot about large numbers of his children
Even the Mother
check your record if you done any wrong
You'll soon be relating to this song
K A are M A
Everything about her comes back around
K A are M A
Everything
doesn't wanna beat me
Tell me more, I'll get you out of this fight
We could never take him
For an eternity I'm stuck in one spot
I was too slow, and you'll
[Tammy Wynette - T.W.]
[George Jones - G.J]
[G.J.]
You always said someday you'd go to live
(In Southern California)
And me I'd stay right
And told them I was a mess
That I was part of your stress
But that I'm also the best
The best that you'll ever get
And you'd regret it if we ended
Hanging
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