Lyrics:
said Festel to Fose
Great guns and great cannon said John the Red Nose.
Great guns and great cannon said John the Red Nose.
And how will you fetch
They call me sweet papa John
My cannon's known for miles around
Yes, it's true
They call me sweet papa
My cannon's known for miles around
said Festel to Fose
Great guns and great cannon said John the Red Nose.
Great guns and great cannon said John the Red Nose.
And how will you fetch
said Festel to Fose
Great guns and great cannon said John the Red Nose.
Great guns and great cannon said John the Red Nose.
And how will you fetch
Nose
"Well that will not do then," said Milder to Maulder
"Oh, what will do then?" said Festle to Foes
"Big guns and big cannons," said John the Red
understood
Do you hear the cannon thunder
John Bell Hood
And do you ever stop to wonder
John Bell Hood
If those blessed boys in blue
Carry out the Lord's
Whippin' up another tape can't wait to let it out like a dooky call this beat spooky
They can try but they can't hate mannon
John Boyega with the cannon
Recording engineer: Alan Sanderson (Pacific Beat Recording)
Mastering engineer: Mario Gonzales, Raymond McKinley
Horns: Derek Cannon (trumpet) John Rekevics
He never stepped into the room
Without his velvet slippers
One legged pimps along the avenue
All the preening dandies
Hinky Dink, Cannon
Alright
Now I'm back yeah I'm back With the hunnids
I aint never lied i kept it bomb Like a cannon
No im not John but im the Teacher and you Lennon
No im
I'm just a sweet little soldier
No, no, no, no, no
You can't blame me
After all, I'm just honor mad cannon fodder
Honor mad cannon fodder
I'm
ratchet
Boy I run up digits bro get cash
And go buy new gadgets
My bitch bad like she just won a pageant
Yeah just made a play John Madden
Yeah twin wanna
Look at John with his culverin
For his service please pay him
Sulphur and saltpetre mixed as one
Smoke and fire from his gun
Remember John and his
me
Sister well I declare
Have you seen the like
Their walls are built of cannon balls
Their motto is don't tread on me
Come hear uncle john's
I fought guns
Tanks
Cannon
Cannon
Yeah
Tell me who's that writin'
John the revelator
Tell me who's that writin'
John the revelator
Tell me
test the cannon come at you
Homie we blessed, cause Jesus not cash rules
Some of these preachers nutty like cashews
I'm reading John James Luke
Damn I declare have you seen like
Their walls are built like cannon balls
Their motto is Don't tread on me
Come hear Uncle John's band playing-to
tree but not fully grown, John wasn't scared of dying alone
Lured by the trappings of battle, the cannon's roar
The winds of war, ever-changing
Families
Woah
Got the Cannons on me , let it fire I ain't talking Nick
Call my drummy John the way it's giving these niggas them Wicks
You know I got the gas
he talking tough tryna impress All his Fans I'll pull up and I'll Give him these hands
Like I'm Nick my cannon gon Blast
So you better just speak to yo
Glisten and see Shine glow
But how the fuck we suppose to have K-Shine
When we already had a Shyne Po'
You battled John John and
Stole from John John
So
You was tryin' to make it outta there alive
Textin' John John like
"You still pullin up?" You
Was fuckin' terrified
You said you known for punchin'
hip
I got three ships
When we roll up cannons hit
Drown ill make drown
And you wont make a sound
Davy jones locker you keep going down
Long john
it's Cannon time You mess wid me it's gonna be your Time
You play wid me it's
(Bah bah)
Touch my bro it's
(Bah bah)
Touch ma girl it's
(Bah bah)
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