" The rise and decline of twelve actors named Corey Shows for next fall, they've already been namin' "CSI: Boise" and "Touched By An Uncle" both sound pretty lame 'n' So does "Everybody
the kill switch Wrong nigga to deal with Less you doing a deal with Grind hard, thats how i was built bitch Whoa there. Whoa there Im who everybody know
until you ghost to 'em But real kings don't die They become martyrs, let's toast to 'em King Arthur, put a robe to him Like James Brown know the show
the act to follow, housing kids like Ronald Mac like Donald Goines, flows I change like coins Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng, choyoyoyoyyyyyng I draw a crowd like blood with the 'pint of' technique and everybody
she's sane Deranged or strange or crazy as hell You never can tell these days Everybody got a little Rick James in their veins, man The way I feel, oh girl, I know
And everybody say, say I know you, I know you I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be I'm a raw flow 'cause it never get rusty I ain't gotta
my drawers Hey boy this is the way the East coast swing it so bring it Man I told you ass Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine shit I keep
gon go right back to the old school, but before we do I wanna know is my niggaz in the house? Hell yeah, I said is my motherfuckin' niggaz in the house? Hell yeah, So everybody
want to jam 4 you, everybody get up I just want to jam 4 you I just want to jam 4 you, get on up "Get down, get down, on down", like James Brown plus
ain't rentin' and leasin' these cars Frontin' like you buyin', buyin', buyin', buyin' Claimin' that you makin' so much paper but I know That I know that
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 9's smoking burners Everybody
heartbeat props) I give my man props 'cause he's living (Why wait until the heartbeat stops?) Don't you know, don't you know that proper respect is what
You should never in your wildest dreams shit on a nigger Police, eat a dick, straight up, you know why? Clap, clap on, clap off Clap at 'em and I do
Not the magazine, maybeline cold cream afro-sheen tip Comin deep into the soul cause I mean it Disciples of pop want to redeem it - nope I don't know
Killer B, yeah, rest in peace, I'm sayin' son Ain't no room in this game for everybody, you know? But uh, we gon' do our thing baby, we gon' do our thing
your entertainment I came with A crew called self, and everybody looked just like me And we agreed that we dope fool We got flavor and everyone knows who's the saviour Cause everyone knows, everyone knows Everyone knows
know how we do James Todd Smith, for inspirin' me And all the funny-ass promoters who be hirin' me Knowledge Reigns Supreme, yo, you know you're the