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Let's Do It

Redman

How High [Clean]

2001

V it's all in my jeans like Sean John

All my niggas, let's do it
All my bitches floorin' that ass, let's do it
Looks a crooked eye motherfucker,

Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John
Bless the bed I lie upon
Two at my head and two at my feet
Look after me while I sleep

Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John

keepin' it on me
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Look, look 

Look, I could be gone by the mornin', huh, so I'm keepin' it on me
She said she

You'd think it was poker
God will take me to the Crystal Palace
In another league now
So by Gods grace I'll manage
My life and my team
Are influenced by

But she's grown so thin
Her eyes look within
And they don't always recognize me
I'll say one wrong word
And the horse is spurred
And, well, stitches

Shake the Boogie

Sonny Boy Williamson II

American Blues Legend

1999

boogie
Whoa, shake a-yo' boogie
C'mon an shake a-yo' boogie
Because yo' boogie's alright wit' me

'Now John, I got it this time by myself'

promised and Israel awaited
When John saw Him comin', he said in amazement
Look, the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world!
John came baptizing

forgotten
It's my fuckin problem, y'all just
Look at my whip
Look at my bitch
None of that belong to me
Look at my
Look at my whip
Look at my
Look at my
Look

Things Get a Little Easier

Biz Markie

The Biz Never Sleeps

1989

the soul
And we gonna do it a little somethin'

With three subjects like this

Subject one is about a brother by the name of John
Who was sellin'

Bitch I'm the shit John Crapper
Look at my fit I got dapper
Fuck every bitch and every rapper
Let me talk my shit I don't matter
Bitch I'm the shit

Chase The Money

E-40

Chase the Money

at Neiman (Neiman)
Uh, look at the way that I been ballin' every season (season)
Uh, gotta chase the money, watch the whole team win

Look at me, bitch,

a Backwood, Swisher sweet blunt, orange lace dope (let's go)
It's just some shit I wrote
My city couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope)
I slid

like what you find
And catch you a vibe
Yeah
Like

Oh
Wait
Look at me go like
Oh
Wait
Look at my flow like
Oh
Wait
Look at my roll like
Oh
Wait
Look

the cabbie in the top hat and a body in the back

And if you don't believe me go look out your window
There's a man there named John Gray
Even though it's

and by, by and by, by the way

We pulled out John Nary
Laid him on the ground
We all prayed for those we lost
But look what Heaven found

By and by, by

(look, Great John on the beat, by the way)

My old shit sound like they new shit
I bet you already knew this, look
Bitches around 'cause the crew lit

CatTalk blunt look like a Louis Slugger but I don't play baseball
John Travolta when I see the opp cause we gon' face off
Keep a .223 right by my hip

Shake the Boogie

Sonny Boy Williamson I

Blues Masters, Vol. 16: More Harmonica Classics

1998

boogie
Whoa, shake a-yo' boogie
C'mon an shake a-yo' boogie
Because yo' boogie's alright wit' me

"Now John, I got it this time by myself"

never know
Blasted, blasted, with the pressure, pressure
Among the lord, succumb to me under pressure
Ayy brace, look at the slit's on my wrist
Look

a kill the beat like I'm John Wick
Hesitate on my content
I'm a come through like a comet
And pass by your nonsense
I got the confidence
Satan, you'll

Tell Me When to Go

E-40

Crunk Hits, Vol. 2 [Clean]

2006

a Backwood, Swisher sweet blunt, orange lace dope (let's go)
It's just some shit I wrote
My city couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope)
I slid

than this John and junior
What you've given
How you pray
What this means
What awaits you more than John and junior

Go on
Accuse me of existing in

Went from having half a zip to having half bags on me
I don't need no gang
I don't need no bitch
I don't need no shooter
I'm my own John Wick
I trap by

(Great John on the beat by the way)
Know they plottin' on you
Look, I could spot a fake, look, look

Don't wanna see you winnin', boy, they