Lyrics:
was laughing
But it's cool cause my hustle a savage
Priorities is the shit that you lacking
I'm not laughing but you crashing
And by the way while you
to John Meneill
The type to start a beef then run to the cops
When I see you in the street got one in the drop
When I'd rather be on tour getting
so motherfuckin' dead-ass, I need some Timberlands (woo)
I battle any man, Uzi Vert, don't think they understand (yeah, yeah)
Uh (skrrt, cool
old John, two dollars in his pocket
Talkin' loud and thinks he's rich
And look for little fool, too cool to go to school
Get a job, in two days he quits
And there's old John, two dollars in his pocket
Talking loud and thinks he's rich
And look for little fool, too cool to go to school
Get a job, in two days
to John Meneill
The type to start a beef then run to the cops
When I see you in the street got one in the drop
When I'd rather be on tour getting
Before me wasn't a check on your to do list
How can yo go back to Mayo after cool whip
Guess you stuck in your own box Just like a rubix
Knew I was
[Intro: Method Man (Dooney Boy) {Pinky Phat Phat}]
Cool, okay, I'mma let ya'll take it on your own right now
Why don't you do me a favor (What?)
songs that niggas hustle to seem wrong but these songs was coming true
And it was all becoming cool
I found a condom on the ground that Johns would cum
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
profound
If you wanna dude to help you out
Make it cool around your friends without smoking now
Play the song kinda loud, it could help you out
And you
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
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
profound
If you wanna dude to help you out
Make it cool around your friends without smoking now
Play the song kinda loud, it could help you out
And you
Morenita que rica esta,
She don't speak Spanish, ay mama,
That's cool 'cause I'll put the Spanish in ya,
And by the end of the night you'll say ay papa.
Hello, hello, my ace man, my fellow
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, oh no
I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those
the God of War like Mars
That leave MC's smashed by my Squad
It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
Of my extreme fellas, rockin'
(Lateef The Truth Speaker & Pigeon John)
[Lateef The Truth Speaker - Verse One]
When you first walked in and I saw you at the bar or somethin'
on the playground one Day He said I'm gonna kill John
But John was my best friend so I Was gonna try to help him out by Walkin up behind this bully and I Pushed him
time I go out ima show out yeah I show out
(1x)
Know we got the money by the Pile
Carots doing numbers in the dial
I'm flexing on yo bitch it's going
night workin'
Cannot afford to sleep
American society shows favor to rats, end goal is always the cheese
Me, I'm a cool kat, stay level-headed
Wake up,
Uh huh
We gone have some fun with this one
Never
Never
Never
The way I was raised I was born to be an icon
Me, Jip, Cheneyrae and we had John John
Cool
time I go out ima show out yeah I show out
(1x)
Know we got the money by the Pile
Carots doing numbers in the dial
I'm flexing on yo bitch it's going
the heroine and crack
It really be them niggas tryna rap
Who tell a kid that it's cool to move a pack
I'm honestly mortified by the act
'Cause that is not
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