Lyrics:
still pretty mad
But, this time he brought someone else with him
And quite frankly (yeah, yeah) he's even madder (you goddamn right)
Um, Mr. Producer
still pretty mad
But, this time he brought someone else with him
And quite frankly (yeah, yeah) he's even madder (you goddamn right)
Um, Mr. Producer
My name's Mr. John McDonagh
I'll tell you I'm an Honest John
I'll tell you I'll pay you later on
But it's a trick
I'm John the Con
I'm John the Con,
is adored by the world
This album has some lovely samples of
Beatles music it has, for instance
Eight new titles wrought by the incomparable
John
Dallas don't love you, Mr. President
Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas
Try to make it to the triple underpass
Blackface singer, whiteface
(Bop-bop-bop singing by bass voice)
Mr Bass Man, you've got that certain somethin'
Mr Bass Man, you set that music thumpin'
To you it's easy when
witcha
I wanna meet you in the middle like some sandwiches
I wanna be the Mr, you could be the damn Mrs.
I wanna lay off in the beach up in the sand wicha
Success
[Mr. Lif]
This is rock bottom why yall, I never expected it
In order to be businesslike you must meet the prerequisite
Leave your
later
You gotta let these haters
Jam on it, jam on it
I tell ‘em, tell ‘em jam on it!
Jam on it, jam on it j-j-j jam on it!
Mr 305, to Mr worldwide
music turns to greatest memes
Don't put me behind bars and think that I ain't got nobody
You'd be wrong, I'm Michael Scofield, I got my body
If you offer
Mr Red Sparks
Oh...You with it?
She gone ride me like a rodeo (Like a rodeo)
Yea... hey ride me like a rodeo
Go up down, round & round ride me like
While they wrap that rope 'round his head
And old Mr. Avis, I want you to turn them pages
And read what the good book said
Then John Brown spoke with
Written by: John Duarte, Mark Paul
Mr. Mambo (repeat)
I've been waiting for the weekend
To go out and have some fun
Well the stars shine just like
every time a tour rolls by, you know we'll stay at
Laurel Drive
John Thatcher Longley, clean up your house
John Thatcher Longley, clean up your house
banged and I step
Another notch upon my rep (killa)
Like the last tape a nigga say fuck you hoes,
Now I'm turnin bustas, into john does
I'm the nigga with
Excel in systems that I plan on breaking
Been playing Mind Games
Word to John Lennon
For my high aims
I'll be a god killer
They buy my claims
What you
the auditions, uh, first up, Mr. John Travolta.
(Jimmy Fallon as John Travolta)
She's like, I swear to God, I mean I can't believe you guys are trying to sell
white chalk mullato
My motto
Is to be judged by 12 never carried by 6 so I walk around like pharrell holding the clips
Malicious heroin needles push in
. Fausman
Good to see you sir. You want Mr. John Cash, don't ya
Sorta like to, yes. Johnny
Johnny a little memento from Folsom prison.
Like a cuddle up
We'll
by The Bell
Everyone is coming to your house
(Coleman Hawkins and Lester Young
Buddy bolden and Charlie too
Calloway and Armstrong
Al Cohn and Sam
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
a key to my place
I'm not doing anything wrong
I'm working hard, and when I am not
I take liquid shots to the dome
Mr. John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
is home
Either you rap sell drugs or work for Quinken Loans
The new Detroit not the Coleman Young era
Still air ya block if you movin in error
We built
for your country."
"They're standing up, waiting to see if Maris is going to hit number 61"
"Godspeed, John Glenn."
"Happy birthday, Mr
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