Lyrics:
suspicious
"Aiyyo John, what's up with these bah-bies?"
He said, "I just can't know, I just met em"
And then I heard "Get em!"
I looked up, a forty-five at my
as fuck
And the Roc's the realest click nigga I'm a buy as fuck WHAT!
Say I'm bug cause I walk with a hung John
Nine two hund' fifty, don't disrespect me
I
Salute to John Harold Johnson
For believing in me
Because, if it was not for his drive and attention
My black peng face could've never been
In a magazine,
like John Wick
Aim for the moon bro I really can
It only takes two shots to be boogeyman
You go hustle or not
Fucking monkeys go dey come for your spot
Mary Foley- lyrics by John J LaDue; Music by John J LaDue and Andrew Vanhorn
Am C F Em
On a Drizzly Wednesday morn,
John Jones
I got the mild for the low from smokin' plenty optimos
Tryna make a quick flip like my patna Maceo
I'm shinin' on my haters, signin'
that all I've done, I've done for my bride
On the other side imply that this hall of creation was created by one bouncing off of two, creating A third
So
Chorus:
Well nigga* roll me a mic and let me
smoke it til' I'm high if you ever seen me
rock than you know that I- live
and die for the things I do
and shells in the lambskin
Two deep by Pelle Pelle
Westside how they felly fell
More G's on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather
Worn by the great Rakim
guys too
At the Melrose Avenue Cinema Two
The Melrose Avenue Cinema Two
Well, the years went by and the price went up
From a couple of quarters
I attack
Your poetry is wack so don't ask for no slack
Cause I'm tell you straight up, I'ma bring it son
You want poetic justice go see John
(1st non-groupie):
Tell him! Tell him right now!
(2nd non-groupie):
We only like musicians for f-friends. You know?
(voices in back):
Real straight
song from Lil' John and Petey Pablo
[DJ Petey Pablo]
Aight, I got that coming right up for ya
Now shout out the radio station that gave ya what ya
All through the summers, into January
I've been visiting morgues and monasteries
Looking for the necessary body parts
Limbs and livers and brains
disappear from the stage
Replaced by a smaller man in his mid-30s
He also appeared to be an exec
"It's time for the TGIF Annual Secret Santa Exchange" he
and by
You're just fifteen I'm twenty two
Joni I just can't wait for you
Soon I left our little home town
Got me a job and tried to settle down
But her
yet, you sound real ignorant
They’ll shoot a black man cruising by in a suit and tie
Execute a black man, ignore every truth for lies
And a conviction,
cause God's the one who's punching clocks
Y'all just put the time in
Verse 2 - Stylus
These ghastly folks in-trapped by the ghost who roll for Satan
we are def
But here's some more for ya'll to just come get it
Rip the wheels J, ("hit it")
*beat changes to Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock's "It Takes Two
John 13:34
I got your back and you got mine, for real
If push come to shove you turn into Jael
On the Ferris wheel of life, we together though
Two hearts
(Yeah)
Check Check
(Yeah yea yeah)
Testing One, Two
Uh This is a check test
(Whaaa)
This is a check
Testing one, two
(Can you hear me)
Testing one
the way I draw four
Brick City law, strip to your drawers
Boy now I can pick up two pair from the mall
It's time for Doc to check yo' a*** n***
It ain't
in high regard
By older generations.
Teachers drove their pupils hard,
Exceeding expectations!
Chorus Janet and John, Peter and Jane,
Taught us
This is that murderous shit
This is that John Wick, full clip, pull up and ruin your shit
This that Attack Titan, transform up, and just bury your
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