Lyrics:
get you sitchy
Lil bro like wockesha and the other one like remy
They took a boot up break now they back out there still spinnin
Say my kanye prayers
Master p: tru niggaz stand...
Silkk (master p echoing): raise your right hand. repeat after me. I
Pledge
Allegiance, to the game of the united
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
out your shade and you're blocking out my rays
Finding Rey like John Boyega out of Star Wars
Ridley me this like I'm a poet on a par course
Diss me you
Punch the data in ya mainframe
You want it all, I want the same thing
Strive to maintain, live out my name
Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't
the shovel
God is by my side, so peep the treble
Let me take a break and then I celebrate
Escalate, smoke my weed the best 'cause I'mma graduate, great
I feel
[Intro - Young Chris + (Neef)]
Six figure, woo
Uh, Youngunaz (Youngunaz) Chris and Neef (That's right)
Jeah, uh, this official State P. representers
shooter potna out of Guam, always keep the blower with him
Sliding down the Oakland center, downtown, break her down
For everything she own and then some
and cannot take any more
A fight breaks out in the village near the castle
Gamelyn engage in a brawl
A game where the winner will receive a ram and ring
Punch the data in ya mainframe
You want it all, I want the same thing
Strive to maintain, live out my name
Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't
it got leaked
On a rocking boat up on Cripple Creek
There's a burning bush over there
Out in the woods running bear
John Wayne, John Wayne count
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
Glocks and the beams with me (Great John beats, baby)
Look, look
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Tell 'em, "Bust a move," got them things
almost took his mans out the game like a fuckin' glitch
R.I.P. to Actavis
R.I.P. to Actavis
R.I.P. to Actavis
I can't find no Wok, so I'm sippin' on this
(Where be?)
Run em' in that U.P.T.
(And who gone run em?)
Tha brotha and my B.G.
[B.G.]
You gotta beat em
(That nigga is my lady)
Four golds and I'm out
down
Breakin' twenties off a whole brick
Sellin' zones out a whole pound
Trap rollin' like an X pill
Movin' work on a Greyhound, break it down
Loud pack sangin' like John P. Kee
Buddha cheese pie in the fronto leaf
Mother fuck the small money blue huncho me
YESSIR
I'm really one awesome cat
Who
my pen
It's Just Wayne
John P. Kee and them
Hezekiah and them
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
hands high
[Redman]
Yo.. yo yo
I don't brownnose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe,
my shotty
His body is dotty
I love my new hobby
Scuff a nigga in the John
Spread out your linen
Lay in it
Last name Doe
First name John
Niggas is
pistol out the couch
Niggas just robbed the connect
Get your shit, we gotta bounce
We was almost grabbing P's
We was gettin' it by the ounce
So, I
to a better life
Like John P Kee
A lot of love and R-E-Ciprocity
Where I will be
But i'll still defend my own
That's how it be
Until I D.I.E.
Into a New
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