Lyrics:
John John Da Don
What's your puppies name? Jean
Claude The Dog?
Pat Stay, I tell these cats straight
You got the most mix matched face
Chipmunk
straight killin shit, no there’s no stopping me, I am John Wicking it
Yeah, I am straight killin shit, no there’s no stopping me, I am John Wicking it
Yeah,
rana Gyurta
John il Rosso come Burda, gialle e blu mica le Gundam, volo in cielo oscurato Polunga
Porto connessione plug prolunga, suca, one two one two,
The king is proud of Patrick Gray
While America's faith is drowning
Beneath that cesspool: Watergate (yeah)
How long will the citizens sit and wait?
It's
Litak
Kenn Francisco featuring JM Discutido and John Patrick Sevadera
[Kenn: Intro]
Cizko,
Listen, listen, (adlib)
Na--, Na-- (adlib)
Na --, Na –
Don't get Ghost like James St. Patrick Swayze
Don't get Ghost like James St. Patrick Swayze
cdios I got go, pop em watch em topple slow
I Lock n
My name is John Riley
I'll have your ear only a while
I left my dear home in Ireland
It was death, starvation or exile
And when I got to America
It
C’était une guerre de religion
John and Mary se sont aimés
Sans pouvoir se quitter
Dans une chambre de Galway
Y’avait Brian et Fitz Patrick
Des chanteurs
Oops it's not an accident
I actually been an activist
For gains as big as aqueduct
I realized I'm not adequate
Just another John Doe, John Smith,
uche kideyi make a lot
Ojo Onu Odoba ke Rome ume chakadu
Ibegwu ibe Igala ki Rome ume Chaka ah
Abomi Igala oh
General Patrick Akpa
President Ukomu Igala
a star like Patrick yeah
Who you trying to test no math quiz, doing your best is my average yeah
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes, they brushed me off
with these guns
She a Vicky pink star bring on Patrick
Y’all be lying to that bitch call it a catfish
Swear y’all niggas all cap doing the hat tricks
even if you moving
Caught that boy on the block just like Patrick Ewing
I got weed no dope, stop allat coca using
He ain’t been in the field he ain’t
Ball Thing Nuh Deh Weh Every Pan A Knock
House Big Yuh Fuck Anuh Patrick Weh Have A Rock
Spliff Inna Mi Hand An Hennessy Deh Pan Eh Rock
Buck A Gyal From
Kilkelly Ireland, eighteen and sixty, my dear and lovin' son John
Your good friend the Schoolmaster, Pat McNamara's, so good as to write these words
Vinnie Colaiuta drums
Terry Bozzio voice
Patrick O'Hearn voice
Davey Moire voice?
People inside the piano from Apostolic Studios, NYC
October, 1967
with that Mac 11
He was sleeping and then shots put him back to bed
I ain't playing with the ball like I'm Patrick Bev
John Wall, D lil step back
That back's got me doing backflips
I'm wavey, I'm Swayze, I'm Patrick
Tennis, tennis, tennis, tennis racket
I'm active, I'm active
I'm PG, I'm dead
Kilkelly
Kilkelly, Ireland, 18 and 60, my dear and loving son John
Your good friend and schoolmaster Pat McNamara
So good as to write these words
Und nach 'nem Roundhouse kick fliegt dein Schädel samt Wirbelsäule raus
Wir sind Street Fighter
Stirb oder renn, SpongeBOZZ Gunshot, Patrick Bang Ryu
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
the pride of the bold Shelmaliers,
"Mongst our greatest of heroes, a man!
Fling your beavers aloft and give three rousing cheers,
For John Kelly, the boy from
John mcfee / nicolette larson / patrick simmons
Everything comes to an end
Few have time to wait
Well my patience, lord, is wearin' thin
The hour's
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