my arrival Music City in V.A., say hey ain't nobody tighter Super Sounds in Atlanta like where that Mix Tap Messiah Colorado fa sho, they say that Koopa's on fire Ask James
I make it rain on 'em, I make it rain on 'em I'm Rick James I'm rich bitch is what I tell 'em Just left the bank I took 50 from the teller I'm fittin
so house take bank, watch Dave bank Banner had 'em on the hawk since Atlanta extravaganza Gamma ray rap I make the Hulk snap Jump back like James Brown
on it... Custer, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it... Apache, jump on it, jump on it, wowowowowowowowowo!! A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga [Big Bank Hank] I'm Big Bank
JINGLE BELLS Writer James S. Pierpont Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh! Jingle bells
for me She's just like a money (bag) back guarantee Like a barfly goes for drink like a (bobysocks) bobbysocks go for Frank And just like Jesse James he go for money in the bank
playin, your mouth was wide open Your head was tilted back that you was almost chokin But I just lounge, and cool with the fellas Like my roomie d-wade, top notch, and james
whitest water on the banks against the stone You will lift his body from the shore and bring him home Oliver James washed in the rain no longer Oliver James
get bent It's possible that I'm mad, forget I'm blind, deaf, and mute To all you shit poppers, put your money where your mouth at I roll wit bank stoppers
a whirl In a blind romance Oh charlie, look away look away Do you believe what the good doctor says Now there's rumors in the city that the banks might
your load, leave your mind behind Baby, James Oh, Mexico It sounds so simple, I just got to go The sun's so hot, I forgot to go home I guess I'll have
; And the fires blazing; CHENG I know the grass there is greener! SARAH Smoke on your pipes . . . CHENG Emphysema! SARAH I like to go in America! Nice
then Matterson, Cooke, And Pierce, and then Winters and Dean; Some more of my family is Drinkwater, Wheatland, then Waters, Fields, Hopkins and Banks
be black and shallow ringed Computerised thugs dropping checks in the bank And then.... Chorus Verse 2: Yo, yo, yo You on my dick My life is like a James
stay on the hill and steal a 30 ball to get to the crib And I can do it on a quarter tank, a quarter of dank It's ya home, wake up and maybe go to the bank
I got a deep anonymous bottomless pit dealt to my psychy, bank full of whata??s stitched on the left side of my Nikes, blank man fill me in but you will
floe I wonder why he'd wanna play me like a punk bitch I thought he knew I was the one to let the nine click I played his ass like Jesse James and shot
from Jericho. And my throat is hot and dusty, Down to the water I must go. Catherine the Great and brave Ulysses Playin' checkers out in the sun. Jesse James