I can ride home in the evening Staring at my hands Swearing by my sorrow that a young girl Ought to stand a better chance So may I work the mills just
Well, there's Frank James and Jesse James Billy the Kid and all the rest Supposed to be some bad cats Way out in the West If those cats could of dug
gin nigga, pour me sippin' slow shit she go down slow like a slow leak cop the car from the dealer pulled off thumbs up to the homie mac miller King kong
thats gin nigga, pour me Sippin' slow, she go down slow like a slow leaf Cop the car from the dealer pulled off thumbs up to the homie Mac Miller King
best, for my team I can't give less, you can hate me 'cause I can't be stressed, apply that pressure like a full court press, I breaks it down, like king James
bubbly fine rhymes like a editor Throw them to my collection of skulls and spines like Predator Fuck around, the only niggas who could hear the same sound (Who?) Was Jet Jaguar and James
[Chorus 1 - Lil' Flip (Lil' James)] You on point James (I'm on point Flip) You act bad James (I act bad Flip) You got skills (Nigga you know I got skills
her Heard how you done James Byrd down up in Jasper Action prison baby its time to kill E.S.G. and Solo thats ten-thousand x(times) a mill(million) So
this paper] All I got [paper], All I got [paper], A beating heart [My beating heart] You dealing with gees that pp-peal of in them V?s quarter mill
I gotta have religion if I believe in God? Why is Bush acting like he trying to get Osama? Why don't we impeach him and elect Obama? Why ain't Rick James
been goin on lately Now you know since you left, a lot of things witcho kids done changed Yeah jackie's still crazy, don't know what's up with james
WHEN YOU AND I WERE YOUNG MAGGIE (George Johnson - James A. Butterfield) « © '35 American Cowboy Music » I wander today to the hill Maggie
(James Taylor) Now my grandfather was a sailor, He blew in off the water My father was a farmer I, his only daughter, Took up with a no-good millworking
quarters, not a thing short of Than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her Hoodrat just like thelma, james
Moppin' up soda pop rickeys To our heart?s delight Dancin' to swingeroo quickies Jukebox Saturday night Goodman and Kyser and Miller Help to make things
,dryer fulla x-pills loui rag in my pocket same color as my vette is.my number lower than a S.A. from texas,a quarter mill in the mail as an investment
Try to skate but got schemed on, you had to lay Didn't know niggas got Desert E's and PK's Me and my crew ride up and down St. James like a pack of
to a time That has all but gone We said, mama come look at the mountain Fire in the sky It's lit up like the fourth of july The mill burning down The