me (Money, hot) Figada-figada-figada Get that dough (Dough, hot, hot) Figada-doh [Snoop Dogg] Yo' strategy, some pimp tragedy It's Snoop Dogg, the black James
Pound, I maintain Hook (X4) Verse 3: I fall fresh apon the spirit, with the lyric that's overwhelming And house more hoes then Spellman, worse unwelcome like James
our loved ones, tallied 50 on our foreheads With the pen your mother gave me in the spring The sun beat at the windows within an hour James had cracked
on the mic like Joe Jackson Foreign *** feelin?me for my accent Talk like a boss, I can't complain When I do it, it's big like Fulton in St. James I
the Airs wit the chinchilla swooshes Anyway that's some other shit; And it's a shame I'm so filthy now my great grand daughter mother rich P to the B
ear of every anarchist who sleeps but doesn't dream We must sing, we must sing, we must sing And it'll go like this, alright: While my mother waters
she's a very kinky girl the kind you don't take home to mother she will never let your spirits down once you get her off the streets she likes the boys
they come to me But it's very, very far away you know Very far They'll say James, James, James how are ya? Isn't it a lovely day? James, James, James
now Jesse was a man A friend to the poor He'd never rob a mother or a child There never was a man with the law in his hand That could take Jesse James
Piggyback style I aint talkin bout no tat And Imma rep the ville in every city that im at And I guareente I'm bring home plaques Shout out to my brother zach And my mother
him, you next! And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face I'm the Champ! [Ghostface Killah] Who want to battle the Don? I'm James Bond
you next! And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face I'm the Champ! [Ghostface Killah] Who want to battle the Don? I'm James Bond in the
rip that niggaz Mooney went and got that dye out the kitchen James jumped on moon, poked him with a screw driver Broke the tv niggaz watching knight rider This is pam jerkins mother
sounds of a cold crush tape In your back pocket, rap is always clocked then Jump on the realistic mic then rock it No clock don't stop until mother nature
and only Memory accessible when you're PC's on We can battle for your soul like Ki Yong Song We can battle for your girl like Rae Dawn Chong Yo you're mother
what's 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
Big Meth, keep doin' your thang Tony Starks, Ason, and the rest of the crew All my niggaz from Shaolin, you know how we do James Todd Smith, for inspirin
you You bought a mansion? I don?t believe you You think you hype rappin'? I don?t believe you You say you are the man? I don?t believe you Your mother