Lyrics:
bless John.V.R and all them gangstas out in LES (Whoa)
If you try to cause us harm, these bullets won't come with regrets
I hope you get hit by a car
Backwoods, only do Bones (go)
Sometimes I cone if she out on the golf field
It was white like snow it stood out at the show
I made 250 cash in three days
on Ventura where the homie Hughlan lived
Knew that we would do it big fresh up out the foster home
When the city take you in you know you really got a home
I
When the sun goes down and the moon comes up
You can see a lot of things if you look deep enough
It's all around
[Guru]
The city skyline, in
When the sun goes down and the moon comes up
You can see a lot of things if you look deep enough
It's all around
The city skyline, in
'Cause the game could be detrimental to ya boy"
I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
Bitch!
Brick city, yo
Yo, yo funk doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare moon
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you
I'll never stop
I don't give a fuck
If it's me against a million billion of ya'll mother fuckers
I will never stop
I bust six out the roof
what would you do like John Quinones
If your girl got boned by a big samoan
Would it get you mad? Would it come to blows?
Would you sock that
slain
The air's full of smoke and death and all kinds of pain
And we're haunted by the whistle of John Hess' train (Haunted by the whistle of John Hess'
hahahaha
we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
you know what I'm saying
when you been hit by the bitch
you know it was ment
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
East Side from 1950 to 1975
We start with Harry Smith in 1950
A beatnik weirdo living in New York City
His huge collections were insane
Of Easter eggs
new John Deere
Then we'll work these farm with sweat and tears
You'll be the mule, I'll be the plow
Come harvest time, we'll work it out
There's still
Hahahaha
We got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
You know what I'm saying
When you been hit by the bitch
You know it was ment
south with
a swisher sweet hanging out my mouth and sporting a ten gallon
cowboy hat but after I tap it, man, fuck that bitch. I'm from the big city
and I
So he untouchable, oh he can be touched
Well, where he stay at then, he stay by such and such
Well, since we got altercations with these so called
peace
Keith Lamont Scott alton Sterling
Philando Castille tamir Rice
Freddie Gray sandra Bland
John Crawford and all the other victims
Gunned down by
that Rose
We don't need love city I just really wanna show
Cash coming in by loaf I don't wanna a roll
Bad lil bitch drop ass I don't even want the hoe
(John Talk To Me!!) x3
(Hey John, You gotta listen to me for a minute okay)
Then niggas they've been dead for awhile now
Got me feeling like I'm in
times for the homies in the chow hall (Whoa)
Three times for them hoes on the internet
Shittin' on niggas when they really should get out more
Four
The city needs a king, I'm coming for the thrown (coming for the thrown)
I want a Bentley pimped out with the wheels in chrome (wheels in chrome)
There's
the pint, dro by the pound
Niggas know what I'm talm bout when I say it's goin dine
Doing doubts on your block, just know John is showing out
Your bitch wanna
roll (I'm stacking dollars)
But by that time I'll be in a new city
On the west coast (getting more love)
So abide your time and get with me
While you
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