Lyrics:
for a handout, I slant out like
fourteen empires Stand down, no motherfuckers stoppin' me
You poppin' me, I'm John Goodwin a man in black
For
yet, you sound real ignorant
They’ll shoot a black man cruising by in a suit and tie
Execute a black man, ignore every truth for lies
And a conviction,
And the bullet
Look the same in my eyes
I’m sick of voting simply based off who can tell me the best lies
The real gangstas
Delegating
Them niggas in suits
you, I believe a man is judged by what's in his heart, and not his bank account
So if this is what religion is, a big car, a suit and a tie
Then I
fetch my paper
Black Rambo, in Nike vandals, expand coke, that's not love
Glocked tucked, shooting slow motion like John Woo flicks
White doves, black
a girl at the bar wants to get me by my balls
And the hangman is hangin', if I autograph the noose
Lee Harvey Oswald's brother's on the loose
Mafia hit
laughed when I saw you
In that suit that you borrowed from John
The pants were too short and the
Sleeves were a little too long
I only smiled but I tell you
you, I believe a man is judged by what's in his heart, and not his bank account
So if this is what religion is, a big car, a suit and a tie
Then I
like I gotta take my spot
No shots 'cause I hate getting shot at
John Wilkes-Booth put a bullet through your top hat (No shots)
They tried
niggas be eating pasta but they love zucchini
Rocking valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em
on
Wise in his Adidas, me and my (Benetton)
Coolin out drinkin stout, talkin 'bout the world
When we were suddenly stopped by a beautiful girl
She was
there ought to be a rival, Ying and Yang
I was ventured into a lifetime of war with HBSS
The journey has been endless, but by my prayers to the man
the black man won
Fell to a spell by the news
Nigga I'm losing my cool
Chorus:
Maybe I'm just of the media
Maybe I'm just sick of a suit and tie
Maybe i'm
linger on every word
You know I don't care if it's wrong
It doesn't matter if it hurts
Your strongest suit was always poetry
And girl the way you move just
(One, two, one, two, three, four)
He grabbed me by the shirt
While I was paying for my beer
And screamed "There you are Balthazar
I knew I'd
Where Were You? (I Was There)
(Written by John Redmon)
(Verse I)
Lord, I've been through the strongest storm
But I
start shit that you can't return
I'll return the favour with this rap
Leave you in the dustman here's the pan
Got my boys Jose and john
They on the track
and John, I saw her at the corner with a business suit on
I said "what's up girl? you still check the vibe?
Remember De La Soul? Diamond D? And the Tribe?"
fuck with her demeanor
My heart in little pieces I done turned into the reaper
Time is going by and it's been
(so long to how I feel)
(so long to how I
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
Rope, katana, and then I skin 'em
All beige suit made out of white women
With the red lipstick dancing to John Lennon
With the red sweater jeans made
clowned down
John, Jane Doe, lost and found
Everybody know this young player's about his business
Riches, chickens I pimp, but lickeness
My L.I.P.I
huh
And all black with 23's on 'em
Nigga we rock that, yeah
[Baby]
I got my prada joggin' suit with my B's on
We alligator the seats with white tee's
smooth in these hardaways.
Put the Mazi By the Fin next the driveway.
Charcoal Seats in my All Black Everything's.
Chrome Wheels Shine like wedding rings.
.JPG/232px-Elton_John_2011_Shankbone_2_(cropped).JPG "Elton John")
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