Lyrics:
know they don't wanna go back, no glory
Scene IV, the pimp got took out by Barry's brother
We got this tip on some new fresh bait
Money in their heads
Dear John, oh, how I hate to write
Dear John, I must let you know tonight
That my love for you has died away like grass upon the lawn
And tonight I
to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast
So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass!
Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly
Which reminds me of a song by
with John Kelly, editor of
Yeats' letters, discussions and notes from a Valentine Cunningham
of Oxford, a note from Michel Butor, and other old letters
Dear John, oh, how I hate to write
Dear John, I must let you know tonight
That my love for you has died away like grass upon the lawn
And tonight I
Mann from Scary Movie you banned from being mooly
I keep it black gutter, white gutter, Chinese gutter by these brothers
Here try these fuckers here
All
cannot hear
But your iniquities have separated between you
And your God, my dear
My brother and your sins have hid his face from you
That he will not
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
pass
Just as the bus pulls up and I step to the rear
This old lady look like she drank a 40 of fear
I see my old-school partner, said his brother got
pass
Just as the bus pulls up and I step to the rear
This old lady look like she drank a 40 of fear
I see my old-school partner, said his brother got
many miles
They locked me in a prison cell to await my trial
John 'Babbacombe' Lee
John 'Babbacombe' Lee
The man who'd defend me was ill and couldn't
brothers
Here try these fuckers here
[Chorus]
All my niggas let's do it
All my bitches florin that ass let's do it
Looks a crooked eye muthafucka
Finna get all of this money like it’s a Thursday yea
Ahead by a mile I’m in first place yea
I hope all my haters fall in the worse way yea
Talkin all
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
cause I'm going so hard other brothers stay limp like Fred Durst
But my African soul's the only thing I can claim not saying that I was abandoned by
for you when the skies black
I share your wish my brother John
And though our memories linger on
I’ve crossed through the border, crossed over
brother worth another twenty and he a hustler (yeah)
So y'all off to a good start, just got to run it up
I ain't do this shit by myself (nah)
Shout to my
want the starch get pressed by them steamers
Billy official, I am my brother's keeper
I'm my brother's keeper
You ain't never lie
I'm my brother's
funk
Shit gets out of hand, I got a TEC in the trunk
Let's flip the ill shit, kid, yo, he looped it
Hardcore, straight to make you brothers act stupid
the swerve and shadow,
Bennet from deep with his feet on tiptoe,
Barry john move sleek when in state-flow,
Prince Edwards at peak was primo,
JPR, JJ ring
Up by the Bear Creek falls
Somewhere in the night
We was picking in a circle
Had a banjo to my right
They said his name was John
And that boy sure
Up by the Bear Creek falls
Somewhere in the night
We was picking in a circle
Had a banjo to my right
They said his name was John
And that boy sure
There's only two types of men
Pimps and John's
There's one type of bitch
That's a hoe
God damn hooker this is my world
God damn time to go
of a white Chevy Tahoe
She's a little up there, down here
Puts a little King James in my John Deere
Thank the Lord the girl's got my back
Hangs her halo
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