s only fair to warn I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board
had a great big fight And she made him sleep on the couch all night James Madison never had a son And he fought the War of 1812 James Monroe's colossal
' to buy they bitch Now they rich try to piss everybody to trick off But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away her drawls Word to the brown James
partner [unverified], Big Chief and James Creepin' on the boulevard, actin' a fool Trippin' on the broads at the old school Music bumpin' hard, never turnin' it down Trunk super tight with surround-by
If this was a basketball game I'd win the sectional Championship, then eat potato chip With a little onion dip, and then I'll take a trip To Maui, Maui is a little
seewe got a couple of new additions Sumthin new age We got little john on the d-r-u-m-s get busy Aight On the keys my man james what you doing back there
Watch that crack pipe boil With Richard Pryor we burned the house down gettin' higher Don't think I'm bluffin' Meet Tommy Lee Curtis, Keith Richards Eddie Kingwards and David Ruffin Rick James
I was rollin' through the hood one day Thought shit den calmed down, "gang-bangin'" den played out by the years since I den been around Ain'
say yes he is I'm on my Rick James and it's a celebration I got a driva so we aint drinking in Moderation Neither are you little mama and heres another
, she waits for me. Oh, yes, she waits in the little green house that sits on top of Billy Goat Hill. Chorus: I left my love in the little green house
Intro: Ooh, yeah, SNP livin' the good life Can you pace platinum and gold Lexus, drop top, gold Big houses, crazy dough Mad lucci, crazy Gucci Knowin
James in the house, whatchyu gonna do? [Incomprehensible], whatchyu gonna do? Got busy in the house, whatchyu gonna do? Dust Brothers in the house, whatchyu gonna do? Mike G in the house
weather Let the time fly by I don't mind As long as we're together South of the border there's a place I know Where James Taylor sang about Mexico And
wet, and I can get it hard We can slide your vaginal credit card Computer girl, come to my house and be my tutor girl, Before we study, can we smoke a little
the clique, niggas can't deal with Try it, you gonna get yours to the heart (Hataz) Lesson tonight by the four-four Niggas want more than a little bit
only fair to warn I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four
boy, staking the perks, pent house suites, luxury seats, room with the view eating delicious treats, no fat pockets, just black cards, shooting for the starts, rocket tin cars, James
