A little girl came up to me, acting young and shy A look of curiosity was flashing in her eyes She had seen my face before and thought she knew me well
[Music: James Gulotta] [Lyrics: Brian Zimmerman, Chris Lykins] Your life begins at 17, you enlist with Uncle Sam Trained for battle, prepared to die,
em 23's I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame All these, naked women that pop Champaign And these, marble floors stay high as Rick James If
t hold me Somebody please show me, a nigga mo' liver You H2O flow, Killa flow like lava Ain't nothing but riders, in my click bitch And just like Rick James
got the goldeneye, I got the? Golden gun I'm on the jet-skis no I'm not James Bond Split a nigga wig make him think that he James Bond If I ain't James
s I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame All these, naked women that pop Champaign And these, marble floors stay high as Rick James If you know
