Lyrics:
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
an extended clip on it
My tech got all kind of shit on it
My pound got a body on it body on it
My man put a body on it body on it
Yeah, this right here one
When the water gets on 'em
Their ninnies get rigid 'N look pretty bold
It's a common reaction that
Makes an attraction whenever it's cold
An' all
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine
But that was another place and another time
We'd sit out on the front porch in the evenin' when the sun went
glamorous punks
I said James, Jessie, gay besties
Rocket B-L-A-S-T
I-N-G to the sky, don't even
Pretend that I'm built like the rest, you can test me
You
Light the torch
It's lit, we lit
Ain't that what the young kids say these days?
(Lebron James)
The Kia got State Farm insurance
That three
the soot and the grime
The pitiful scream from the Second Street bridge
Was drowned by the three o'clock chime
But the clock of St. James looking down
People swear they sike me
Just cause he's light-skinded with braids in
His hair don't mean that nigga look like me
Trick getcha mind right livin in
he dropped
On the hip-hop world
If Frank Ocean wanted to play you a song
You'd drive across town in
The pouring rain, right? That's how we've
Ended up
confirms my worries
And my vision floods
The clouds are blurry
I can't see those cotton candy skies
They're replaced by my repressed disguise
All the pinks
a conversation
About how we playing radio’s game khaled
You a real nigga
Khaled, you a real nigga! You
Got the keys! But
As we learn all the politics
That niggas
hate the city
But you're going there
By summer you'll pack up your bags
Take all that you can
You're not coming back for a year now
But James if things
James like it's pop
Now all the people playing me
And Thomas James like it's pop
Used to sell it on the streets
But now I sell at the shop
They said I'd
of city lights
Somewhere in there's Cotton Avenue
That's where I'm going to take myself tonight
With a spit shine on my dancing shoes
If you got
(yeah they can)
They all said without a doubt
It was done by her Frankie and Jesse James (yes it was)
Oh Jessie had a wife, to mourn for his life
and Cragar mags
It's a pity that James never drove her
Hot Rod James Hot Rod James
The road is waiting for you
Spent all your money on an automobile
But
my nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw,
Reuben James
In my song you live again
And the phrases that I rhyme
Are just the footsteps out of time
From the time when I knew you, Reuben James
a beast the priest can't help them all
Instead he's going to the mall
Got you by the balls but overall this a masterpiece this haves no piece literally Paul
Today, stumbled out of bed with an ache
Paced down the hall, half awake
Oh, half awake
Just start, slip on those shoes one by one
Think of all
violently
See James was just a boy
Who had depression and anxiety
Who turned into a man
Who wanted all the notoriety
He ain't a boss yet
But he know that he
it all go
I let my manhood call the shots
Got needs want drink plenty grams of pot
Handstands something that I never forgot
Calisthenics flex on them
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
match tonight
Oh, that's right
You think you'll knock me off my feet
'Til I'm flat on the floor
'Til my heart is cryin' Indian and I'm begin' for
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