had a great big fight And she made him sleep on the couch all night James Madison never had a son And he fought the War of 1812 James Monroe's colossal
Dollar For everytime you say Don't you miss the feeling Music gave you, back in the day? Let's groove, September Earth, Wind and Fire Hot pants by James
Forty-five by my side No, the nigger dies Yeah, when the out's hooked up with the Refugees It be more niggas than the N.A.A.C.P. Comin' up on weed of
about you called the special request Oakland, you know I go way back To coug nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's When homeboys put vogues on any car With 6 by
Lanch Da Boss On Da North And Da Peoples Champ Coolest Nigga What Coolest Nigga What Bein Swallowed By Dem City Lights Ball Till I'm Benched Then I Put It On Da Pimp F&F U-P
Let, let, let's go Calling all cars, calling all cars Be on the lookout someone has stolen the D.J. Agent F.P. get on the case immediately Let's, let
[Verse 1: Styles P] (*Floetry) (I'm Black!!!)Whether I'm poor or rich or rich or poor its all the same shit (I'm Black!!!) Even though my skins kind of
lets set this shit off like this Uhh now check it underground verbal hip hop you selected by only a few this type of artist is bought so like Bartles & James
Im doin my thang All the way to the bank boy gettin the change No stoppin me Im the hot combatable LeBron James of the game First P. Miller to ride the
Hung] You can call me black Sadam Huseain Pump St Idees through my vein ass nigga You can see me on the southside of the street Man remembered by the ((
away Hard top Wednesdays, drop top Saturdays Sunday's Piscataway, 8 ki's I have we lay Half today, my whole island like Gilligan, it's fast away By
to break a steerin' column, didn't have to cook a rock A damn goodie two shoes, that what they call ya Never judge a person or a book by its covers Just
wanna see me R.I.P? Empty da clip inna nigga before i D-I-E Prayin on my downfall like B.I.G. I be in da cockpit ridin dirty like T.I.P. Popo pull me
ain't used to a thug, she love the way I ride While I'm bumpin' My Life by Mary J. Blige See I damn near cried day Rick James died See that shit was
was stupid, I thought that they were sincere folks It turned out they liked the money and the fame If I ain't get paid, I'd be that nobody James The
do it for the block - nuts hang and swing You don't know another nigga that can stunt like me (stunt like me) Big Tymer representin', nigga - the U.P.
[verse 1: Rah Digga & (Biggie Sound)] Yo, yo, yo, yeah, yeah Digga knows how to seduce a gangster C'mon! New York lifeguard by gangsters Digga knows how
styles than Diana Ross swing Zone like Rick James when he smoke crack You and Charli Baltimore Got something in common Y'all both whack Proof the king P
