Letras:
James Production

guette sans zigzaguer Aux aguets, des bonzes bien gais Je suis delegue du shit squad, amigo bingo Si tu tiens jusqu'a la fin du gong Nous sommes tous des James

the lords That's right, exile the fake, hit them niggaz like weight Feed a fool, let the fake evaporate Reconstruction, that's the whole science of mine Production

cut, hold the product Time is up, no luck, heat start to bust Niggaz you can't trust, dealin with lust Seen him at the ballgames with James Somethin

this art and on the blocks that i trout its hotter than hot liver than rock Fiends jerkin they got product to cop the cops searchin for the product the

the wrath of king kong Ate chocolate covered pretzels first class to Milan I'm like King James but no I'm not Lebron I'm just the president of Wanna Blow Productions

up, hold up, look at how I showed up I blowed up had a hole up in my pocket now its sowed up They feenin for that crack, you know that rock, I got that product

who the fuck can they claim ? slave to the ringtone I smell pussy in the bacon that you bring home The fistfucking is function in this function Enough to justify, shutting down youre production

, and that's on your, new single Your product, is a product, of no productivity Can ya, see G? You kick a wack style And claim to have brains Take the funky drummer and give him back to James

of Regge Lewis before he collasped on the court in Boston the genius of Randy Rhodes the way he play, the way he taught the hands of a pioneer the boogie down productions