Lyrics:
'bove my head
Well take look again my friend
That's a gun pointed at your head
Wanted man by Lucy Watson, wanted man by Jesse Brown
Wanted man by
'bove my head
Well take look again my friend
That's a gun pointed at your head
Wanted man by Lucy Watson, wanted man by Jesse Brown
Wanted man by
niggas influenced by a hustler's endurance
I just bought me the purest, but I need some insurance
Niggas watch who you fuckin' just to hate on your bitches
him wiggle out of it! hound him mercifullessly until you receive a suitable answer!
Harry:
Now, just hold yourself in abeyance, rhonda! I'll handle
You are now tuned in to Bexar County Club radio Two One O
Stupid ass
Hold up bitch, hold up bitch (aye)
Hold up bitch (aye), hold up bitch (aye)
This must run in my genes
It be making me happy
Stuffing these rackies
Inside of my jeans yeah
She callin me papi
But Im not her daddy
Cause I would
saying nothing
Now you get accused of being a
Gay nigga by a gay nigga?
That's just some shit we can't mess with K
But since you claim you a baller
I'm
buried or you burn and they put you in an urn (uh)
Sprinkle me, dawg (dawg), put that ink on me, dawg (dawg)
Just to rep for my city (city), just to rep
diamonds just like a sonar
I don't need to use no fucking persona
always by myself, little bitch, I'm a loner
But god damn think, I'm due for change
my exes deported, shout-out Texas, New Orleans
All these niggas influenced by a hustler's endurance
I just bought me the purest, but I need some
dial-a-gene, buy-a-gene
Take a second look, did one just passed by way?
Gene Machine
Gene Machine
You never know one
When you see her
Quite aware
Mistaken
on
She say she ain't do her dance in so long
Yeah she ain't do her dance in so long
And I ain't hit that ass in so long
Now wait bitch hold on yeah
I'm
that would
die for his daughter, just to let her breathe
And I'd definitely die for Jesus cause he died for me
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder just
I wanna kiss you, and
I wanna hold you
You don't know just what you mean to me
You are the sunshine
Of my life, my baby
And I'll love you endlessly,
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry:
Jesus, that was terrific! I've never experienced anything quite
the microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like a doggy all on my bone
I met another girl, her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with
The tales that I tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just
Or have u ever slept on an Intex?
We don't give a fuck shit we still sex
Hold a nigga up like a benchpress
Even though i put her through the big stress
daughter, just to let her breathe
And I'd definitely die for Jesus, 'cause he died for me
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder, just to see what he's seen
But then
To be wack deε ma guy I no go fit hold it
Man in fact imma write only the Dope verses
I dey love it when it pops so I no fit go just wrong like that
Wack
dig it?
There is no girl in the whole world
That can love me like you do - ow!
Tell 'em bout it, Watson
My baby now, when she walks by
All
you go
Addicted to your presence, it was like I said before
Kick them to curb then throw they luggage out the door
I hold her in a high regard, but can
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
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