Lyrics:
I'd rather eat my chili beans
At Jack's or John's or Jim's or Jean's
Than taking my chances eating down at Smokey Joe's Café
I risked my like with
Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
I make a movie every single fucking day
I John Travolta when I flood that Patek face
Dead presidents, dead d
love niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (let's go)
Yeah, I Momma, Miss Ivana
love niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (let's go)
Yeah, I Momma, Miss Ivana
me cry
Trust me I’m fine
Got everyone I need by my side
Hope you’re alright
You sit right near me in my mind
I wonder if you’d still be down to ride
Yeah, grrat
Yeah, damn
I feel like John Wick, empty clips
Yeah, empty clips
Yeah, empty clips
Shell casings scatter the floor, bullets, they
I'm happy to say he's no longer wasted, and he's got him a good woman. And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June, who helped showed me how to beat
think I might need Tommy John
But the rap game sweeter than a honey bun
And I could never fall off, and if I did
I'd bungee jump
That's funny huh, our
never to old to be afraid
Nine-millis & battle plans both had been drawn
And the traps were all set by Kevin, for John
As two Christmas legends prepared
This song is a derivative of Child Ballad 44, with a tune by
A. L. Lloyd. It was recorded by John Roberts & Tony Barrand on
Dark Ships in the Forest,
Spend a whole lotta nights tryin' not to die my nigga
Never said that I was perfect
I'm just gettin' by my nigga
Everybody wanna see me down
That's
never frowns.
The grass on the mouse's side of life is brown.
Mighty Mouse dropped by to get it on.
He stepped into the john and there he found John
I'd rather eat my chili beans
At Jack's or John's or Jim's or Jean's
Than taking my chances eating down at Smokey Joe's Café
I risked my like with
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
When you down and you out, they ain't showin' up
Elevated gang, how we goin' up
Too fast, I ain't never
Staten Island is where I'm at
Y'all amateurs act like hoes offendin us
We're special eders go on tours on banana bus
D. O. Same m. O., drive through
And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June, who helped show me how to beat the devil.
It was winter time in Nashville, down on music city row.
on borrowed time
But you can’t escape the bottom line
I was right by his side on Sunday evening
When the past caught up with John Henry Weaving
He hit the road
decided to walk down town an' get myself a little fresh air
Before long, I found myself in front of a big church on the corner of the square
Boy, I
so my pants keep fallin'
They wanna take me out the game, but I just keep on ballin'
Polo'd down, pop my collar, little nigga shot callin'
Could
built so high we'd get vertigo
We'd jam for hours in basements and bedrooms and try to break through the wall
The world we knew had no guards and no
we'll never meet again (at Smokey Joe's Café)
I'd rather eat my chili beans
At Jack's or John's or Jim's or Jean's
Than taking my chances eating down (at
our turn to play calypsos
Yo me and you meet me by the two
A war goin' on that's involvin' the crews
Bring both your arms Rel and Moose down in
This song is a derivative of Child Ballad 44, with a tune by
A. L. Lloyd. It was recorded by John Roberts & Tony Barrand on
Dark Ships in the Forest,
Jo
John
Whoah
And Donnie D is in the house
Dick Scott is in the house
M Lou is in the house
North side is in the house
And my man Maurice Star
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