because there's nothin to critique Whenever I'm rappin or rhymin with irrefutably remarkable timin I'm like, Charlie Chaplin pantomimin If you John Blaze, or you James
never go soft (never) I make that pussy snap back back back and forth Some more outtakes over b.rich roughbreaks I write more rhymes han rick james makes
nothin Now the ball can thump As I'm lookin' I stand like great buildings in Brooklyn Then the stage is took then Havoc struck that could product a whole
leaves/ California, we got that weed black diamonds off in my chain/ ask around nigga know my name comptons own, the rap lebron james/ ridin low, im
the cut, hold the product Time is up, no luck, heat start to bust Niggaz you can't trust, dealin' with lust Seen him at the ballgames with James Somethin
Spencer Bernard Songwriters: Control - James Harris III, Terry Lewis, Janet Jackson Nasty - James Harris III, Terry Lewis, Janet Jackson What Have You Done For Me Lately - James
M in America! Fat to condemn in America! Fries -- ya tried them in America? Food makes me phlegm in America! Lots of new products on the shelf! Lots
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kid The dress code of our parents looked awfully outrageous Not down on em, games and clownin When soul was at it's highest rate like james brown 'n
is about to begin When I say funk session, i ain't talking about George Clinton I love that nigger though I ain't talking about James Brown and Sly Stone
now guess where I'm gon' be at once the videos done I'll be in Cuba, frontin' with a new pouch bag wit' the help of James Bond I'll try to bring Tupac
this art and on the blocks that i trout its hotter than hot liver than rock Fiends jerkin they got product to cop the cops searchin for the product the
, hold up, look at how I showed up I blowed up had a hole up in my pocket now it's sewed up They fein' for that crack, you know that rock I got that product
down and I just walked away I had a bus to catch anyway, it worked out great. Got on the bus put my headphones on and pressed play Sheryl Crow, James
reminder: You don't own me. You don't own me. Then I was underground without food or sunlight or encouragement. Depression set in 'cause I was a product
of my Mentality running to the beat like gin Piss poor getting me slobbed by ladies on the job Freaky in erred After hours your bad can kiss myself like I'm James
fittest [Krayzie] Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick Round up the posse, call up James