Lyrics:
the whoopty-whoop
You take the devil for God, look how he doin' you
I'm Jack Johnson, I beat a slave catcher snaggletooth
I'm Tiger Flowers with a higher power,
around hoes like I'm the owner of the rink
No TV To iT, but OG Bobby Johnson (WHO)
Would be proud! No baseball 2 it, but some of u niggaz foul
Before I
Taliban Quan man
TBQ this what the fuck I do
Ice on my wrist (Wrist)
Watch it gliss
Yellow like some piss (Piss)
I heard you be doing it but you
Swear there is no nothing after
I'm the bishop, I'm the pastor
I'm the god MC and you don't want to get
Caught in the rapture
I would probably burn your
respect you
Girls only come to share a tissue
I can't go back, give me more jack
Rather numb the pain than risk a gold plaque
I don't hold slack
chi fi dead.
Chorus:
Now do you care bout the clothes that they wear'
Would you rather if they left you there'
Do you still care what your friends
said, 'Don't speak until you're spoken to.
I'll tell you what you can and can't do.
Now go and sit in that corner 'till I get back.'
Jack was all alone
Sunrise, tired eyes, snooze button more than a few times
Now I'm awake, feel great
Jack Johnson on the speaker while I make banana pancakes
I ain't
hard shit being lethargic, okay?
You think it's easy for me to be watching TV all day?
I'd rather do some dishes, that or use my sentences
But instead I
what you rap
But if they do, they rather hear you never mentioning a fact
They rather turn up; they won’t even get it if you cuss at them
But nothing
saying's for greed
Then I ain't even what they're trying to feed
My appetite for destruction
You guys know who I'm talkin' to
The appetite is
celebrity is you
I've swooned at Mia Farrow
Angular and narrow drove her Pierce Arrow
(12) to a Gatsby Review
Tho frozen to the marrow
Who would dream
Ya
Cici
Nicole
I rather be alone
Than sitting by the phone
Two Shots of Patron
I don’t need nobody
Breaking me down
I don’t need nobody
Breaking me
Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on
Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water
Word to me, fuck the father
My melody is deadly as a pin
what do we eat
In the hills out in Cali like what do you see
Condos out in Miami watch out for beach
Praying I could waking up living like robin leach
wait 'til I'm famous
Bet you a grand, they come out and would accuse a statement of a abuse
So they can get paid and sue me for what I'm makin'
living with his mam
And Jack Charlton has been proclaimed an honorary Irishman
Do you remember that German's daughter on the banks of the river Rhine
the Johnson made of magic (Magic Johnson)
If I wait for you
Would you wait for me?
I tried I tried I tried I tried
I tried but it's too late baby
If I wait for
dreams
Come on
Run from your fears and chase your dreams
Come on
Love what you do, do what you love
Come on
For the love of this thing
I can't get enough
[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Fuck these hoes, it's the re-do, you know how we do
Every Single Bitch y'all
From the Psycho Active album, by my nigga X
me happy by saying what's far from the
(Truth ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
I just got bad, bad luck (yeah)
(You ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Would rather make
Lets talk about rainbows!
Let's talk about light?
What you know bout vibrations?
And turning into ;
The suave sinner got a safe code
That protect
saying's for greed
Then I ain't even what they're trying to feed
My appetite for destruction
You guys know who I'm talkin' to
The appetite is
on the way
These are my confessions
Man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do
I guess I gotta give you part two of my confessions
If I'm gonna tell it,
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