Lyrics:
But time went by, we start to talk
Your witty quips between class walks
Staying up and hearing your laughter
Made me fall for happily ever after
You
the heroine and crack
It really be them niggas tryna rap
Who tell a kid that it's cool to move a pack
I'm honestly mortified by the act
'Cause that is not
last
And there's old John, two dollars in his pocket
Talkin' loud and thinks he's rich
And look for little fool, too cool to go to school
Get
Mercedes cool
Got your wife at my house and she naked too
And all my niggas all around us saying shake it boo
Go ahead do what you do
It's weezing
the sunset (I just wanna see the sunset)
And go through the sun breeze with you (With you)
Now, tell me, would you like that?
Uh, yeah
We can make love by
lawmen
They gave you no chance
John was killed first
A bullet in the head
Then Burt feel down
Shot in the heart
Mercenaries fled
Warned by a traitor
He
took the pies man (it was him)
It was him
Listen, who ate all the pies? It was me Wiley
Top boy riddems they are made by me
I've got high mic
Elton John or Lionel Richie
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid
Ivory soap; this is clean; feel like Cascade
I count the bills, roll
what?)
They gon' keep it cool 'cause we'll rat them niggas
Huh, livin' to die, nigga we dyin' to live (dyin' to live)
Had to sacrifice my life just for
to drop bombs on the first person who had a nice suit and a watch on
I spot John, white collar worker and clean cut
Walked up to him, he's like, "What?",
Nite, yeah
Ayo kid, for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
'Cause I say a rhyme
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
they back got the pump in 'em
Walk by bumpin' 'em, like they voted for Trump and 'em
Niggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up
They
ain't yellow and it ain't no witches
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
I used to stand on the block selling cooked up rock
Money
ain't yellow and it ain't no witches
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
I used to stand on the block selling cooked up rock
Money
nt by my actions
There's ntin too prove
You just being rude you need to be sanctions
You need to play cool I know you're a hater
Don't be so anxious
my Trinidad Scorpion
Feel the burn as her sting goes in
You got stung by my Trinidad Scorpion
You thought it felt hot going in
John Makarewicz -
of soft
Everybody know it all
Nobody followin' protocol
The money's only good 'til you blow it all
Stacking ever since
Guliani knocked John Gotti
(spoken, by John)
My father died in the '80s, but in the '40s he was quite famous. He played in the Negro Leagues. He was the first white man
Still I feel I'm bein' used
Ain't a damn thing changed
I'm an outlaw
Bad Leroy Brown
The only Cool Hand Luke left in this town
I get my lovin'
with the fake-ass handshakes
You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes
Flakin' like paper while I'm takin' my life serious
You talkin'
tem dem by surprise
We find dem bin laden dem arrow fought dem all those other guys
That's why dem off to give to win di Nobel war prize
Got too cool
like CB (bling)
Yeah, I be that young John Doe, right by the front door
Benny Blanco part two you (bump 'em, Dino saw you)
I'ma run to the bank, Usain
You've been looking down on me like a satellite
I've been feeling so low but I've been getting high
Girl I'm missing all the times that you were by
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