Lyrics:
as a mouse
She said, 'Now Mister Lost John, be my friend
Be my friend up until the end.'
Well ('cause) he's long, long, long gone
(Well, l'm talkin'
Check spit that dope shit bitch I'm John gotti
Cold body I don't fear nobody
Keep that pole by me
So grimey labels won't sign me
Cause they know
talkin' shit
And I got a drum shaped like a dolphin, fin
You hear this bitch, talk about woo and shit
She must be lost, and she think that I'ma do that
repented, blinded by resentment, became a disciple to preach the Bible and meant it. Now the blind sees, I’m a baptist, and my last name is C. Reilly. Being
Yeah baby
This here's a story about Lost John
Lost John done flew the coop
How many long gone?
Lost John standin' by the railroad track
Waitin' for
to the limits
My flow a give you sickness
My album should be prescripted
Talking all this shit cause n**** I went and did it
Hold up wait a minute by now you
away poor boy
Might have seen John Hardy getting away
John Hardy went up upon that freestone bridge
There he thought he would be free
Up stepped
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Everybody party down to Louisiana
Everybody jam (yeh)
Everybody come and take a ride with me
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Follow
the bandstand
Every eye gaping on John Finn's wife
Yeah, every eye gaping on John Finn's wife
Now John Finn's wife was something of a mystery
In a town where
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
rapping
Watching YouTube booty-clapping, PS2 action
Playing:
John Madden, John-John Madden
John Madden, John-John Madden
(Now switch it up) tony Hawk,
is kill or be killed
When you're still, they'll steal with a steel
So when attacking
Be packing the shit that's clapping
Or niggas will have you dead
for the North West
Uh
Killing rappers my fetish
If I hear you said it the out come is that you perish
My sentences are a sentence to death I don't think
tarnished flask
You could hear every cigarette he'd smoked every time he laughed
Busker John Joe May
Is buried in an unmarked pauper's grave
Near the bells
a steal drivin' man Lord lord
Johnny you're gonna be a steal drivin' man
John Henry he said to his Captain Captain I wanna hear you sing
I'll swing
and be glad
Jesus sees Mary standing by John and whispers
Mother, he is now your son
And to John, he says
She is your mother now
John places his arm
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
hoo hoo
Whoo hoo hoo
A story came from Wyoming
Where winter had set in
A plot was schemed by four
Bad and desperate men
While one challenged John in
revolve around everything you got
From outta nowhere, prepare, you be blinded by the glare
I told you not to stare, now you're turned into stone
revolve around everything you got
From outta nowhere, prepare, you be blinded by the glare
I told you not to stare, now you're turned into stone
revolve around everything you got
From outta nowhere, prepare, you be blinded by the glare
I told you not to stare, now you're turned into stone
there must be kind folks by the bushel
But I just believe that in this one old man Lord put something special
Why I've seen times when folks was sick
there must be kind folks by the bushel
But I just believe that in this one old man Lord put something special
Why I've seen times when folks was sick
be a steal drivin' man Lord lord
Well Johnny you're gonna be a steal drivin' man
John Henry he said to his Captain he said Captain why don't you learn
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