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. . Backed up by a jazz band, layin' on the wood,. Mixin Ahmad Jamal in my Johnny B Goode. Sneaking Errol Garner in my Sweet Sixteen,. Now they tell me Stan Kenton's cutting Maybelline, oh baby. . Papa
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live from the Empire. Jamal let’s show them how to get off the chain. Off the glass, off the flip, off the rip, let’s ride. Chorus - Jussie Smollett. All we want is a party. Have some shots with somebody
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beat on the drum to communicate. For what was to come to those who were hung. They would decapitate the tongue if you would mention the word. (Freedom) Got people screamin' free Umi and Jamal. But
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Malcolm Jamal Warner. Cries of young lives sing silly songs of laughter in the life after. Hurt, ego, and misguided pride which lead to lies the soul can no longer stand to bear. But I see twenty
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Malcolm Jamal Warner. Cries of young lives sing silly songs of laughter in the life after. Hurt, ego, and misguided pride which lead to lies the soul can no longer stand to bear. But I see twenty
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the star muh-fuckas. Wanna battle dawg, we can brawl muh-fucka. . Little Jamal, handle the call muh-fucka. My steel wall like Bradshaw's muh-fucka. For pressure, inject Demarol muh-fucka
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, Young Zee) Method Man. Uh, get ya stank on Radio voice. WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN YOUR ASS! Mally G/Jamal. My receitals is worth ten titles. I * on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like
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My man Keith Murray, is down wit' us. My nigga Erick Sermon, is down wit' us. My man Lil' Jamal, is down wit' us. My Def Squad click, is down wit' us The Pack Pistol Posse is down wit' us yo. My
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!. Who the * talkin that they gon' hurt Jamal?. This ain't no diamond-studded rapper, it's the lover-stutter-slapper. Unpretty type rapper, gritty type rapper. Fo'-five semi-automatic pipe clapper. With
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you would hide 'em with a smile. No one knew when people took an inch, you would give them a mile. 'Cause that was always Jamal, SB to the crowd. They used to shout your net worth, but they don't
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, Reggie, Jamal and Treach I told you that talkin' wasn't * to me. So bitch be more specific when you spit for me. It ain't * to me, you a hoe in fifth degree, a discharge from a dick. Disease, you