My brother Jake, hat, shades, head in a daze My brother Jake, have you thought about changin' your ways? He goes out, he don't have no doubt He don
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All right people, the rest of the hard working All star blues brothers are gonna be out here in a minute Including my little brother Jake But right now
was and where I?ve been To make me who I am This is dedicated to my friends in jail For my brother Jake who had to ride the rail For my friend Roonie
Jerry Springer Tired of wastin' my time on that Jerry Springer I've got way too much class to watch Jerry Springer Come over here and pull on my finger
do Can't see myself get beat down my eyes swollen Mom's cryin' they don't know what happened, my pride's stolen If I ain't got my heat then I got a
Sue wants a barbeque, Sam wants to boil a ham Grace votes for bouillabaisse stew Jake wants a weenie bake, steak and a layer cake He'll get a tummy ache
my way But baby I don't dance not that I can't there's a pis--l in my pants [Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil Jon in backround)] Said my nnniz don't dance
the hospital Across from the mall right in Hoffman Park It's in tennis bags, guarded by a hundred Iraqs Yo, we swerve low, beside the Jake, there go, Roberto The brother
reveal how their hearts really feel Like, late night I'm on a first class flight The only brother in sight, the flight attendant catch fright I sit down in my
the curtain wit' the rifle by any means AIDS don't exist, plus my sex life's terrific I get a kick out of life, I bet my bitch on it 20/20s not enough
papi with the scraper glock with the laser Trying my best not to pop yet but the trop is major Shot my lil' 'cause I do my aunt the favor watch this
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yo, Oh, Yo Rae... I can't feel my face My heart pounding and shit (audible heart) Paranoid as a motherfucker right now, who
'em [Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah] This kid about his papers, paychecks Thinkin' you can pay me now, any bear feelings, just say it Go 'head brother,
yo yo O, yo Rae I can't feel my face My heart pounding and shit Paranoid as a motherfucker right now Who the fuck-- close them blinds and shit who dat
X: Ghostface Killah] This kid about his papers, paychecks Thinkin' you can pay me now, any bear feelings, just say it Go 'head brother, just as fast as
cream team around me They called me Bobby, cousin, really got the black Harley Taught his son how to spike cats like Lee Harvey Oswald, all's well that ends well My big brother
a half-ass album My excuse is, my pops just died And I ain't wanna make music, my pops just died My fans stuck with me, my shit still went gold I got
