Lyrics:
I can hear the music down the hall, Lord the party's getting loud
And I'm sitting by myself here in this little room, and I'm not coming out
I've
or did she
She let me down, John
You know that's true
She's up to something, well
But I guess I knew
Meet my darling
A devil's lair
Sometimes I'm flying
told niggas how I felt
Been rolled on missions by myself
Got stabbed up still all is well
But I said, mmmmmm, she so bad
I said, mmmmmm, all that ass
I
Johnny Jump Up, yeah
Johnny Jump Up, Johnny Jump Up, yeah, yeah
Well, I went down to the Lee Road, a friend for to see
The call it the madhouse, in Cork
We'll barter for food with some scrap metal we salvaged down by the lee
I can't quite place it, I can't quite frame it but something here has changed
It
that you knowing by now we don't mess with no 12 now
Now it's just a oh well now
Most these don't like to cooperate they get hit and they tell now
But I
And what's good enough for Rockefeller
Is good enough for you
Go and tell John D his drink won't do for me
Then have a little glass of grape juice
It's
to the crib"
We’s ignorant, this one thing got me trippin’
You’ll see that it’s
One thing on my mind
One thing on my mind two things on my mind
Well, a few
got the black cat bone and I got a mojo, too.
I got the John the conqueror Root, gonna mess with you.
I'm gonna make you girls lead me by my hand,
it
Even by my lonely
Like tomb Raiders
Tell these other Rapper I'm there father like I was dark vaidor
You a snitch you a bitch aie fuck nigga you
written
Light exists in the darkness, instant gratification
How far can you travel the mic spar?
[Interlude: Bruce Lee sample (Masta Killa)]
Water is
her leg
Pissed on the carpet, shitted by the door
Psycho Les is out
You don't wanna hear no more
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all
The hooker
the trigger.
Hooker said body found dead and gone
Well shit, just another dead nigga.
My future, lookin weary, hear me
Maybe after that wanna flex, wanna
There's a peeping tom in the eye of God's house
Shooting insulin as quiet as a church mouse
Tried to clean his bones from a suffer well
Turned his
Get on your knees and pray
Lotus is your judgment day
I like to hang with the hookers and winos
And let 'em give me tats
With they heroin needles, what?
a hooker so the judge gets laid
Even if he isn't guilty, shit
The plug gets paid it's white lies
(It's white lies)
cut to the beat
Machinery dragging you by ya feet
If ya hungry you're dying to eat
Choking on Alpo with a scalpel in your adam's apple
And a calico slug
the first slain by my hand
He was the bass player in my band
But I'd had all I could stand
Of the game
Well it started with the little things
He'd make
with my wife in Tennessee
well one day she called to me
Virgil quick come see
there goes the Robert E Lee
Now I don't mind choppin' woods and I don't
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
and hearts
I'll bring someone to life, is what I wanna do
I wanna create my own version of you
Well, it must be the winter of my discontent
I wish
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
from the cold,
Lord, Lord, look away.
I've seen history, Robert E. Lee, and Johnny Reb hold his head up high;
They can tear me down, down, down,
But
happy and all that
But then, until when like yo who would believe
yo that pops was the hooker, moms was the crackfiend
with no 9's to 5's to survive in
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