When Jesse James was a lad He killed many a man And he roamed over the Scarsdale range Robbin' from the rich And givin' to the poor He was dark and cold
you are alone Walking on fire, feel the way the world's inclining Walking on fire, hate to deceive Walking on fire, now the world will keep it's distance
keep You're sour, so sour, all is hope and trust is misplaced You're sour, now you are alone Walking on fire, feel the way the world's inclining Walking
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And he fought the War of 1812 James Monroe's colossal nose Was bigger than Pinocchio's John Quincy Adams was number six And it's Andrew Jackson's butt
where your colors roll, (Jadakiss) Yo the piff that I'm blowin' on's f-cking up the ozone, plus I keep a d-pe line similar to Cold Stone's (uh), Ice
Blacktone But them niggaz cross the street know it's really on Now I can go on and on but I refuse to cause I might lose you Let's cruise to the soulful
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 Sly's
s sorta like Poitier and Bill Cosby 'Let's Do It Again', a beautiful blend, let's do it to win What's today's mathematics? We had it, we let 'em hold
my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor Fuck with out's it's like those Islam brothers We march through your hood with a million muthafuckas So let's
James p. johnson / flournoy e. miller You don't act up too much Ain't got that glamour touch You're trifling lazy Ain't worth a cigarette ash Look out
) U A C they get they P's and No I.D. be gettin his P's and The Late Show they get they P's and ProfessaNots they get they P's and Peep the maneuver
d0 tha rick james [verse 1] i g0t the pants 2 match my shirt fall up in tha club and watch me d0 tha big merk tell y0 baby mama 2 st0p callin my bl0
me P pop that thang First check her brain to see if she's sane Deranged or strange or crazy as hell You never can tell these days Everybody got a little Rick James
a boss, I can't complain When I do it, it's big like Fulton in St. James I got Brick City, even D.C. *** They all steal for me outta P.C. Riches I move
funky fly stuff Cause I cut your freakin eyes, f**k Bruce Willis because I die rough It's the Funkadelic Redman and I hit ya with the Funkadelic level, the P
