Lyrics:
di girl and mek dem bawl out fi Jah Jah
(Yo, sim simma) And ah me got di girls dem power
(Sim simma) Yeah, we cool and Mya sing by di hour now
I
I'm a real cool, old school, don't you lie to me fool
There ain't a damn thing about me fake
I'm a modern day John Wayne, got my daddy's last name
and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for static, i strap tools
Next up!
[e-dub] yo i believe that's me
[pmd] yo, get on the mic and rock
is John Doe and I'm wanted for murder
I didn't mean to do it but my temperatures blew it
Remember it well, seems like the other day
Now I gotta stay
I grew up never being that fokken cool, I grew up fokken being bullied at school
I grew up always being shit out of luck, I grew up tied up, trying
her fondue
Breaking bread eating caloo
You said you hot well that's cool
I'm riding high in that coupe
Chicken 3 pcs like my suit
Double the crunch for
She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account
Eisenhower status Etta James on the dash
John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac
Seville, feel my
the fools
Too cool to hangout mad crowd tickets sold out
Fouled out 9 innings struck out
Blacked out Hennessey got me fucking wild out
On the lookout chest
and phat fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for
Im John with the stick Madden
Went and did my thing slid away like Aladdin
Really gotta get my bread up not worried about a ring for a baddie
But
wanna gain wisdom?
Read the Words in red
Open up the Gospel of John
Read the Words in red
Don't you wanna gain wisdom?
I take it day by day it's all in
newsworthy
Held hostage, without liberty, by hormones all in mutiny
But John sang love, make love not war
Yeah, John sang love, make love not war
and foamed at the mouth. Well just about then, I looked at old John and his face had turned beat red, cause Leonard had grabbed him by the throat with plans
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
retinol, yeah
Four niggas in folders, yeah
Lord's got a name for it
Don't know what to call it yet
Gunner, ward mighty, Breadwinner, John Gotti
(Wah) king Ox
defensive
I ain’t gotta say it you know the intentions
I’m sick with a stick like I’m 007
John wick how it hit, shit could know off your melon
I'm
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
My name is John Doe and I'm wanted for murder
I didn't mean to do it but my temperatures blew it
Remember it well, seems like the other day
Now I gotta
was kicking doors down DA want me direct file
She say I'm punishable by life
Nowhere to go so I'm in the dope pole and its getting cold
Nowhere else
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
here
Girls on the floor knows our posse at the door
Should I stop? Nah cool, here's more of this song, a funky Christmas melody
'Cause Jordan K
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
I live in a freezer a fan and a heater right next to my bed and a charger in reach
I adjust to the seasons Ill be really heated and cool down real
Ha, by popular demand Sasha Fierce, Nicki Minaj, let's go
Yo rude boy, why you cross me like a little T?
I'm Minaj, big M, uh'uh not a Mickey D
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