Lyrics:
And I'm standing over by the bandstand
Every eye gaping on John Finn's wife
Every eye gaping on John Finn's wife
Now John Finn's wife was something
(D.A. got that dope)
Count up the bands, stickin' out
No rubber band is big enough
Chain is so heavy, can't pick it up
Came with the gang,
from the bush bungalow
Unnuh watch it, mek I clear out my voice now, Figaro
Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow
Mi hammer dem ah slam
angry even then
And he was angry even then
Educated by an Anglican clergyman
Old John Prince was a smart one
Until 1833 he lived in England
As a lawyer
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
from the bush bungalow
Unnuh watch it, mek I clear out my voice now, Figaro
Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow
Mi hammer dem ah slam
from the bottom
You'll see bad niggaz pardon, whatever
We can do it at the garden
Word life, this shit is real big
I'm makin niggaz blow trial even
a look
And he told us what he saw when it's easy to see
It's goin' by the book
It's goin' by the book
There's armies in the cities and the missiles stand
Mr. John Doe single-handedly robbed a bank
No crumbs left for cops and the bodies stank
Drove away in his big white ordinary truck
Is it skill, is it
John do your thing thing
What? Check it
The all eye seein, heavenly divine
The truth brings out, the temper in my spine
A Hill sound again, feelin
the world fuckin' with big John
I'll knock his brains out if he got it on his mind
Lonely, lonely baby
Lonely, lonely baby
A lonely, lonely baby
Everything proper
Jurgen Klopper
Big mac whopper
Royston Cropper
We got the live
Have you seen Clive?
It's twenty past five
He's off his
"shoobedoobe".
It says: "Though your fingers may tickle
You`ll be safe in our pickle."
As the brothers talk themselves through their new predicament, a big
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can
got my sword
I'm a soldier in the army of the Lord
I got my helment on I got my sword
I'm a soldier in the army of the Lord
You can see it my eyes
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
(Hey 4Eyez!)
Big head so I got a long memory
Offline so you can't unfriend me
Nice guy I don't want no enemies
Don't try and disrupt my energy
Nick B
it don't look like no trouble there
As they head for the bar in their lumpy suits
And I slip my hand between the thighs of John Finn's wife
And they
got an army
But my nigga he a sergeant
And my brother always keep it loud like we at a party
And my other nigga ballin' like his name was James Harden
autographs by the G's in the in-stores
And then there's oh mad sex and ASCAP checks
So when I, um, plex it, it's me I'm in the beamer or Lexus
Guess which
Coming out into the day and all that I can see
Is the red and white of the King's army
I'll meet with them among the pine
I'll meet with them by
It took a village
I wasn't raised by killers
I was raised by them scriptures
I was raised by them sisters
I was raised in the village
Game on this
over, rubber spinnin'
Big swig, toss another beer can
Too lit, tonight, prayin' on the moonlight
Every John is just the same
I’m sick of their
City
me and Britney, a dancer
Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it
I'm like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
Curtains in
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