You're a late child You're a love child It's enough, child That you're so appealing You're appealing, you're appealing To a need that we all have been
Übersetzung: James. Homeboy.
Mouth was red, socks was bloody, fuck all the talkin' Safety off and shit, crept out, "What up money? Freeze!" Don't move, turn around, act like James
DJ Tay James] Okay, we better do this again, the official version This ain't none of that Youtube stuff man DJTayJames, weknowthedj.com Shout out to my homeboy
Jackson Foreign bitches feelin me for my accent Talk like a boss, I can't complain When I do it, it's big like Fulton in St. James I got Brick City,
Alright I'm gettin tired of your shit You don't never buy me nothin' See every time you come around You got to bring Jim, James, Paul and Tyrone See
for my wife and my seeds And my mind with a find only God could exceed I'm black, I got to show my homeboys love First thing we learned in the hood was homeboy
on the mic like Joe Jackson Foreign *** feelin?me for my accent Talk like a boss, I can't complain When I do it, it's big like Fulton in St. James I
, and you straight get blessed A rap all about you called the special request Oakland, you know I go way back To coug nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's When homeboys
're doing And you're sure to get dropped like a trick, nothings even up my sleeve A million albums sold and it's hard to believe well it's true homeboy
" -- Ice Cube) 2X Yeah, I'm with this, what we throwin up? ("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) All you busta ass niggaz out there I got my motherfuckin homeboys
Chorus) X2 You got them birds I want a few, first ima drop a deuce Homeboy want twelve, I want thirty, boy that?s forty-two Call that pick, that James
some noise You got to get somewhere like them Jumpoff Boys here (For real!) So clear the corners homeboy, move around (move around!) Get to stepping homeboy
can see I'm different G The universal magnificently I rock the party efficiently From the Brooklyn but centered to And I do it so lyrically That you got to give it to me Like Rick James
and my seeds And my mind with a find only God could exceed (I'm Black!!!) I got to show my homeboys love First thing we learned in the hood was homeboy
was the slick one, the little girls liked him And all the little niggaz in the hood, wanted to fight him But Carlo, main nigga James wasn't having that James
' up the W, throwin' up the W Yeah, I'm with this, what we throwin' up? Throwin up the W All you busta ass niggaz out there I got my motherfuckin' homeboys
off his back, shoes off his feet He's losing all his teeth, now he's out in the street And all of sudden he's like, Jesse James Trying to stick up kids
