My sister is named Rosalinda (Linda) after my Italian grandmother. My brother’s named Rob after my pops, Robert. My mom told me how she JUST liked the name Nancy; I didn’t believe her! Finally, when I was 40ish, 😵💫I squeezed it outta her. She loved “Oh Frankie” as a teen so much she named me after Mrs. Frank Sinatra the 1st. I’m glad I like my name. I named my son Sean & named him after my 1st bf’s name; I was 7! I named him after Sir Sean Connery❣️🔥🎉Oh yeah! The best Bond….James Bond ever. I’m looking forward to the new 007 movie. It comes out next year. It’s not too far away! Yikes!
@3:01 who is that producer? He's also the one who made this beat too from 16yrs ago, I remember it very distinctly ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-GNeEvjTGN4E.html @3:50
[Intro: Bēkon & Kid Capri] America God bless you if it's good to you America, please take my hand Can you help me underst- New Kung Fu Kenny! [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Throw a steak off the ark to a pool full of sharks He'll take it Leave him in the wilderness with a sworn nemesis He'll make it (He'll make it) Take the gratitude from him, I bet he'll show you somethin' Woah (Woah) I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin' I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin' I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin' I chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that!," X-rated Johnny don't wanna go to school no mo', no mo' Johnny said books ain't cool no mo' (No mo') Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin' God bless America, you know we all love him [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Yesterday, I got a call, like, from my dawg, like 101 Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds He was sobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunk Talkin' out his head, philosophin' on what the Lord had done He said: "K-Dot, can you pray for me? It been a fucked up day for me I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome." He was lookin' for some closure, hopin' I could bring him closer To the spiritual, my spirit do know better, but I told him "I can't sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel: If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin' killed." Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of All the memories collected, moments you could never touch I wait in front a nigga's spot and watch him hit his block I catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got I chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that!" Ain't no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial Let somebody touch my momma, touch my sister, touch my woman Touch my daddy, touch my niece, touch my nephew, touch my brother You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention, call you back- You might also like 6:16 in LA Kendrick Lamar meet the grahams Kendrick Lamar euphoria Kendrick Lamar [Break: Kendrick Lamar] Alright, kids, we're gon' talk about gun control (Pray for me) Damn [Chorus: Bono] It's not a place This country is to be a sound Of drum and bass You close your eyes to look around [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph The great American flag is wrapped and dragged with explosives Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters Barricaded blocks and borders-look what you taught us It's murder on my street, your street, back streets, Wall Street Corporate offices, banks, employees, and bosses with Homicidal thoughts; Donald Trump's in office We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again But is America honest, or do we bask in sin? Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood Then bash him in, you Crippin' or you married to Blood? I'll ask again-oops, accident It's nasty when you set us up then roll the dice, then bet us up You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera America's reflections of me, that's what a mirror does [Chorus: Bono] It's not a place This country is to be a sound Of drum and bass You close your eyes to look ar-
"You overnight the big rifles then tell Fox to be scared of us" This bar is INSANE especially if you know about the train full of rifles in Chicago 🔥🔥🔥
