Lyrics:
John Henry was a li'l baby, uh-huh
Sittin' on his mama's knee, oh, yeah,
Said: "De Big Bend Tunnel on de C & O road
Gonna cause de death of me
Much love to the F&F crew
Bryce, (yeah) Gemini, Shayla G
Pro, Soundtrakk, Jason Salvador
Simon, Bishop G, Bran Dog
G-ball, G-Ball, yeah!
All
VERSE 1
C. G. D Em
Take a wide open heart
C. G. D. G
With a back road dream
C.
They hate on Drippa in the Comments, I throw up the watch
Shedeur Sanders, prime time, I get It from my pops
Niggas sit back steady tryna plot, They
Jesus Christ, Fanny Brice,
Wolfie Mozart and Humphrey Bogart and
Genghis Khan and
On to H. G. Wells.
Ho Chi Minh, Gunga Din
Henry Luce
Huey Long without Louisiana
Mix 'em all together, and what have you got?
Just a picture of me without you
Picture H. G. Wells without a brain
Jesus Christ, Fanny Brice
Wolfie Mozart and Humphrey Bogart
And Genghis Khan
And on to H. G. Wells
Ho Chi Minh, Gunga Din
Henry Luce and John
Jesus Christ, Fanny Brice,
Wolfie Mozart and Humphrey Bogart and
Genghis Khan and
On to H. G. Wells.
Ho Chi Minh, Gunga Din
Henry Luce
have stayed in bed
Oh, now Monday mornin'
Caught the eastbound train
She said, I'm g'wine where my man fell dead
'Yeah! I'm goin' where my man fell
Born in Brooklyn, crib West Coast
MC's I toast, you that talk most
Trash, noise, can't throw, get with it
Comin' from the mouth of Henry G from
Barry Sanders gotta dub on me
In some periwinkle
Got a pair of hoes and they prayin to me
Like Farrakhan but far from it
Like fuck he on
Cigar bleezy
Barry sanders
Shorty say Ima lil boy my money grown up Adam Sandler
Told that bitch I'm Fatboy Marco not just anybody
All that woofin on the net I'm not
when I'm in my feelings
When I think about it, shit.. my whole life I been a villain
Fuck it, G. Owen Geddit what they know me as
We gone rush him
Ben-Yo, Henry, Khalid taught me how to be a scholar
Crenshaw, rimpau, Slauson, 92nd, 2nd ave showed me how to be a baller
cshra, cshby, Ben-Yo, Henry
Ben-Yo, Henry, Khalid taught me how to be a scholar
Crenshaw, rimpau, Slauson, 92nd, 2nd ave showed me how to be a baller
Ashra, Ashby, Ben-Yo, Henry
J.J. and them
It was G.O.O.D Music like Kanye and them
It was Goodfellas like Henry and them
But nowadays good girls, ain't too many of them
So if you
loud while you clamp the muscles
Two fingers in you up to the knuckles (ooh)
Jil Sander's latest (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'll tell your mama that your
rollin' on dubs and
Off up in the club, wylin' like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four
If your car ends up collidin', that's tragic
If you're sad
Your nose could dabble in white magic
Undefeated like I'm muhfuckin' Sanders
Like Juice
Sanders
Like Juice said, there’s no bystanders
If our level ain’t be yo’ standards
Then everything else you listen to is cancer
We be exceeding your
Yeah, ya gotta keep it G.
If ya' tryna peep game.
Then I gotta charge a fee.
Suckas think s*** sweet.
Til they flowing up the creek.
Now they homies
Foolish Fox
Written by Michael G. Ronstadt
Inspired by Henry Altemus ""The Foolish Fox"" (1904)
INTRO
VERSE 1
I ONCE READ A STORY 'BOUT THE FOOLISH
and they begged me not to
They said, G. Dor, spit that truth, you got to
Good news, bad news, real niggas, I got you
Copycats, I wanna know, who the fuck
rollin' on dubs and
Off up in the club, wylin' like what
Got Cris' on pop, Henry wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four
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