like I Dream of Jeannie Snap two times and I'm in a new city {*snap snap*} Two mo' times and I'm back in my city {*snap snap*} (SEXY LADY~!) Chi city,
CRAIG Big news! My saviour has arrived! My intuition's never been so strong! Big News! My career has been revived All I needed was a snippy, pissy Yankee
feet long from stern to prow And a crackpot in the bow-wow, rough! The planks ere rough And the wind is rough And the master's drunk and mean and- Grrrruff
Gather roun' 'n hear my story Oh boy 'Bout the time when Jelly Roll was in town (Stompin' it off, stompin' it off) He heard a local pianist What joy
Ma, I'm sorry who the f*** I AM, I can't trust my fans Out of luck, no constructive plans My friends stay powdered up, I'm so drunk, can't stand You said
we'd both be drunk And if it hurt my shit he'd be dead in the trunk Fuck the funk, pass the puck and parade on upper Lassgate The charge in the city
City be the pros at wildin' out Off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky Crash in the V while we Master
slide) Purity assure me the highest quality I follows my cheddar, you countin' carrots in the Marriot I carry a hit from my head to the planet global, on my mobile, my
I silence the wise, my lyrics make a scientist cry Making a secret society expose their purpose Making 'em release info and exploding my surface I'm taking my
And I walked west Sussex sunlight Up by dead man?s pool Where ma, mudlark and Lewes Stared me down you drunken fool Old teenage debts engulfed my chest
5 Barely makin' it with disgust behind your eyes So I just grip my piece, rip off fleece Out to take yo lip off chief With my peeps we ruthless If you
no doubt Then I figured out things went for twenty down south Packed up my tools saw my raw power move Black nineteen forcasted flower moves Four drunks trying to stop my
, And as far as rap goes, I?ve mastered my flows, Certified and we back again to wreak havoc, With these pads and pens so understand my friend, We about
Music by Jelly Roll Morton Lyrics by Jon Hendricks Alan's solo: Gather roun' 'n hear my story Oh boy! 'Bout the time when Jelly Roll was in town (Stompin
yea fly like a kite no cops in sight, racin' through the city runnin'every red light, drivin' like i hate my life, got a cairn in my vein and my brain
the bed pan, left hand numb from the finger to the thumb (right!), right got tubes in it, irony is fun (yaaay!!), at some point early when drunk on electric
takin', we?re takin? off on all of you. And if you wanna you can ride my rocket ship, Fly my rocket ship, hey, hey, hey! And if you wanna you can fly my rocket ship, Ride my
attack samantha's my daughter, my mom is my mom nancy is my wife cause she is the bomb (hey don't forget about me in this roll call) joe is my brother