Testi:
Clay James

straw in to have no sun And feel the kick of my six gun Yeah, I "WANTED" above my name Sometimes I wanna be like Jesus Sometimes I wanna be Jesse James

must of the crunk shit YOU GET DOWN You don't know the meaning of dope anyhow You probably think I'm a joke by now But we got more clay and more coke

to copy like what everybody try to do We cool as some dudes on them waves out in Malibu I'm ballin hard baseline, fall through the alley-oop BAM! Comin through this thang like James

copy like what everybody try to do We cool as some dudes on them waves out in Malibu I'm ballin hard baseline, Bob threw the alley-oop BAM! Comin through this thang like James

Here in northeast Ohio Back in eighteen-o-three James and Dan Heaton found the ore that was linin' Yellow Creek They built a blast furnaceHere along

(feat. Killer Mike & Khujo Goodie) [Intro: Killer Mike] Welcome to Georgia Home of James Brown... Home of Ray Charles... Home of Little Richard, home

Jesse James Jesse had a wife to mourn all her life Their children they are brave Twas a dirty little coward that shot Mr Howard They laid Jesse James

at your windshield or your residence Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder than the park bench to start this Marcus, Jason, my little brother James

Andy in the cold wet clay Those three are on my mind With his comrades down beside him On that brutal day Those three are on my mind There lays young James