Lyrics:
Listen up, I got a story to tell
John the Baptist wore wild minks
Strewn out the room with a swoon and a wink
Big body Bethlehem links
Talk
get fucked up with no regard
Boy, don't test me, 'cause I'm tired of teachin lessons
So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin'
'Cause
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
can't stop with the body rock
See I've got heart like John Starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic
And I'll be rocking the whole park
I'm the m
can't stop with the body rock
See I've got heart like John Starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic
And I'll be rocking the whole park
I'm the m
And you won't come back
Company, by the rightdress!
Squad camp it hUP!
My goodness me
I am in a bad temper today, all right
Two, three, damn, damn
Two,
Southside
Caught me out at Eastshore, The Manor, Coronado Y
But I stayed in Central so I hooped up at Nevin Park
Nelson was the corner store, I tried to fuck
(yo)
Buttons is pressed to remove the press
Press a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO)
Set up cones when I'm firing chrome
I hittin ladies
take ya shorty like John Gabbana
Tell me wassup, we on it
All for the bag, I'm on it
All for the-
All for the smoke, wassup
We never duck, we up
I'm
Chase s***
If you're real then you can stay
Trying to chill in a house by the Bay
Trying to get up in your guts if I may
Trying to get down like 50
and phat fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for
as choosers not clones
You offered up your flesh and death was overthrown
Now salvation is ours
Salvation is ours
I was a dweller by a dark stream
They're downsizing John's department
His hours got cut
But he does the best he can
And who's the richer man?
He picked up some work on Tuesdays
that I keep by the lake
We might talk funny
We might talk a little slow
We got one red light on a red dirt road
There's only two ways out of this
momma, she don't have to work no mo'
I pay the bills by the flow from the studio
And I was out in the game by old players and G's
Hollerin 50
stop with the body rock
See I've got heart like john starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic
And I'll be rocking the whole park
I'm the m
weren't no turning back
They had no other choice except to start to set up a camp
It wasn't long before they run out of food
They ate the dogs, they ate
the things I write
Until you spend a night in the South Park twilight
I'm steadily trying to reach my black folks
But all you want to see is a nigga
fishin rod
No stars, we're supergod non recouperb-alls (yo)
Buttons is pressed to remove the press
Press a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO)
Set up
a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO)
Set up cones when I'm firing chrom
I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in
Great John on the beat, by the way
Live by the gun, you die by the judge, nigga
Shooter get, shooter get shot
Yeah, you know that? Huh? yeah
John Mayer
Fuck a long saber like i ain't
Luke Skywalker I'm Darth Vader
Armed with Vegas' claw blade may god
Save em -like Bart's neighbors
Stop hating
it up
in twelve inches, keepin my defenses
Put it up in raw trenches, holdin court on the park benches
In the ghetto servin life sentence
Mass
Crabs, I'm followed by a camp like John Cougar
Mellen, tell them punks I put a swellin, for the lords split'cha
I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter
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