Lyrics:
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
(no),(no)
And not a day go by us,
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off we ridin'
Where phones don't roam they don't even
guap off the P's
They been asking me for favors need to stop all it please
Gang members in my city know that I'm an honoree
I'ma get that check
am I which am I ?
Put your hands together it's papa
I'm Kama Sutra
Kinda sorta Buddha
Kombucha
John Wilkes the booth
Who da mobsta ?
Like fat cats
long time ago, John Boy Ice
Geronimo po-lice jumping out Chryslers, easywider paper
Pops puffin his sess, punching his chest like a gorilla
Outside was
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
and I ain't ask for a favor
If I owe you I'm returnin' the favor
Never switchin' nigga I'm not a traitor
I'm just tryna go up elevator
My life a movie
then he cried when DJ Quik came
A day in the life of a playa name Free
When John Mayer told the world
He didn't CARE for me
But look at Obama in
and representin' your town
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit
I'm a R-I-D-E for L-I-F-E
A P-I-M-P
Well I
Oh yeah, waving to my haters when they walk by
Know that I been steady blazing cause I'm not right
Hold that thought a minute gotta make the flow
that been hardened
Change a view that's been distorted
Lets make it crystal clear, you don't gotta be plagued by fear
2nd Timothy 1 and 1st John 4 it's
to feed the whole family tree
Keep on balling, till they injure me
Even after ain't no stopping me, cause it's John status how I'm living g'
Saw games we
It's a Word, it's a Word, it's a Word
The Word came to life and lived as a servant
Word spread the word of God through His sermons
The Word bruised
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
long time ago, John Boy Ice
Geronimo po-lice jumping out Chryslers, easywider paper
Pops puffin his sess, punching his chest like a gorilla
Outside was
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
stand up for yo own, then nigga take a seat
Got a bitch for every letter, that's from A to Z
I need two up on my wrist nigga, A and P
Them minor setbacks,
business we wear slacks
John Gabanna
I’m Riskin my life for designer
Not looking bummy I’m finer
You wearing made outta China
Die in the game no retire
who are wise
In their own eyes, what a life
Behind the scene eyes nuh see
What governments hide
C.I.A should D.O.A., K.G.B. should R.I.P.
That's
bloodshed
From you try to do the right thing inna life
Is bare redeye grudge with the damn fucking fight
P**** them will try fi take yuh life fi a nike
feels to be raised by a brother 4 years older than you
R.i.p L.G I'll never stop praying for you
You did what you did, am always gonna be proud for you
that money now
Now, I'll prolly end up sad or even surly
Older goin out cynical, depression was inherited
Therapist say it's clinical
B-I-P
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
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