Search results for pick hits by john scofield

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make the hit parade
You're number one in my heart
As long as I can play a part

Vegetarian by choice
Not by fashion
It's not so much what you eat
As what
off the liquor getting hit by, bars
Keep yo' girl close cause she's hit by, far
Hit by the Neptunes, hit by guitars
Afro, picks, afro, chicks
I let
off the liquor getting hit by, bars
Keep yo' girl close cause she's hit by, far
Hit by the Neptunes, hit by guitars
Afro, picks, afro, chicks
I let
off the liquor getting hit by, bars
Keep yo' girl close cause she's hit by, far
Hit by the Neptunes, hit by guitars
Afro, picks, afro, chicks
I let
by, cars
Drunk off the liquor getting hit by, bars
Keep yo' girl close cause she's hit by, far
Hit by the Neptunes, hit by guitars
Afro, picks, afro,
off the liquor getting hit by, bars
Keep yo' girl close cause she's hit by, far
Hit by the Neptunes, hit by guitars
Afro, picks, afro, chicks
I let
off the liquor getting hit by, bars
Keep yo' girl close cause she's hit by, far
Hit by the Neptunes, hit by guitars
Afro, picks, afro, chicks
I let
off the liquor getting hit by, bars
Keep yo' girl close cause she's hit by, far
Hit by the Neptunes, hit by guitars
Afro, picks, afro, chicks
I let
Anybody here, seen my old friend John, can you tell me where he's 
Gone? 

Were at the Trademark, the motorcade is coming by here, I can see many 
Many
smiling very politely
But now I've got a few words I'd like to say
You ever come near me again, I'll have to hit you in the chin

I'm writing letters in
split the wiggidy-water

[Chorus: x2]
You intrigued by the way, we do our thing
Do what?
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you swing
Say what?
Pick up
And her brain is easy to pick like faulty locks
She's awfully hot, asshole burning like Tabasco
She used to be thick, it's like where the hell her ass go
a telephone wire
So when I ride by, I brag on it
Paragraphs fly wit toe tags on it

I plant a bomb where you pick your mail up
It's bricks, so y'all hit
a telephone wire
So when I ride by, I brag on it
Paragraphs fly wit toe tags on it

I plant a bomb where you pick your mail up
It's bricks, so y'all hit
If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas
This how I'm living: getting tatted in some house slippers
I like my bitches simple: lay back, relax ya
right now, pick up a pound
Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now

[ chorus ]

[ outro: fat joe ]
No doubt
Cuban link, baby
'99
Terror
Cox
And her brain is easy to pick like faulty locks
She's awfully hot, asshole burning like tobasco
She used to be thick, it's like where the hell her
And her brain is easy to pick like faulty locks
She's awfully hot, asshole burning like Tabasco
She used to be thick, it's like where the hell her ass go
the revolution by wearing a tech, nigga
Wake up show, still sleep, time to wake up tho
Might see me with the Mac, but it ain't make up, yo
I make up flows, cake
the west, first rule
In fact, we the first Bloods and Crips
First niggas to drive by sendin tricks on trips
First niggas to hit yo town and set up shop
Bring
the toy, made by Hasbro
Trying, the dominant moves
Pick up the wack, and count the grooves
I'm on..

[Ced Gee]
I'm like a sparkplug, made by Champion
I speak
gon' go on vacation
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by
cars by the three's, Bitches call me papa Johns 'cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad bitches
you retire
Hung your shoes from a telephone wire
So when I ride by, I brag on it
Paragraphs flower, toe tags on it
I plant a bomb where you pick
mine to pick wit her 

My nine is limpin' ya six deep when I spray rounds 
Hit you with twelve shots in mid air and four more on the way down