Lyrics:
[YODEL]
On the Lehigh Valley, he yodeled awhile
Then he went to the Nickel Plate
From the old Lake Shore and the Erie Line
He yodeled to a Cadillac Eight.
[YODEL]
He yodeled his way to the C. & A.
The Lackawanna and I. C.
He rode a rattler called the Cannon Ball
Then he yodeled on the M.
One egg short of the omelet
Simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg
And tell him catch up like mayonnaise, um
I'm the sickest nigga doin' it
Bet that baby
These other niggas dough I'm wet crack baby, yes
Get back get back boy this a set back
Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones
Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on
I aim at the moon, and get my howl on
Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush
And when it comes to that paper I stack books
You heard what I said
I can put you on your feet
Or put some money on your head
Life ain't cheap
You're better off dead
If you can't pay the fee
Shout out my nigga fee
See every mother fucker at the door don't get a key
You outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see
Its about money its bigger than me
I told my homies don't kill him bring the nigga to me, yea
Don't miss, you fuckin' with the hit man
Kidnap a nigga make him feel like a kid again
Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for ya
Nigga talk to the (cannon)
Have a few words with the (cannon)
Tell it to my mother fuckin' (cannon)
Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for ya
Nigga talk to the (cannon)
Have a few words with the (cannon)
Tell it to my mother fuckin' (cannon)
Ayo
I make it hard for rap niggas I'm peer pressure
Matter fact I'm motivation to rap better
I show niggas how to act how to dress better
I stay fresh more fitted caps than bat catchers
I'm the crack
The smack
The gun
The rule
The gat
The strap
The gun
The tool
The motherfuckin' (cannon)
Other words I'm the real, for real
We can go check for check or bill for bill
We can go chick for chick or skill for skill
The deal is sealed
Niggas ain't real as Will cause I'm a (cannon)
And I handle well pedal like Cannondale
And I got the fifty cal mag its a hand-held
I'm tellin' you niggas I pop put a shell in you niggas
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas
I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga
From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon
And I'm on that Philly fire shit
Then I come fully equipped
You try me get bodied keep the shawty in the whip
If a nigga try to stick me I'm a blam him
Sing a long da da da di I'm free got the butters
Got the green and got the tan got the whole enchilada
Homie know I'm inside of your house
Tie up your brother
Make the prick call up your mother
She might know where to find you
I am, on top of my job
The heavyweight champ of the flow
Its flow like the ocean, open water you drownin'
I will, four pond 'em
And sink them heat 'em and leave 'em stinkin'
Sharks surround them and eat them nice then know that I will
Roll over ya squad like I'm a one punch card
You chumps, you best call General Motors
I will, take control of your soldiers
You wont listen till I toss them in the wok like chicken
General toaster
This rap shit like diggin' in the register, dealin' with big embezzlers
Get it right, I'm better and better than my competitors
Ahead, another level up, me, I'm worth eleven plugs
I can stop rappin', ain't I already said enough?
I think sir the battle is over
And the young soldier laid down his gun
I'm tired of running for cover
I'm certain the battle is done
Or see over there where we fought them
It's quiet for they've all gone away
All left is the dead and the dying
The blue lying alongside the gray
So you think the battle is over
And you even lay down your gun
You carelessly rise from you cover
For you think the battle is done
Now boy hit the dirt listen to me
For I'm still the one in command
Get flat on the ground here beside me
And lay your ear hard to the sand
Can you hear the deafening rumble?
I'm tellin' you niggas I pop put a shell in you niggas,
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas.
I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga
From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon.
Outside
My door
Unlocked
I'm lookin'
At this sound
That chime out of nowhere
Yeah, nowhere
Wheels turnin'
Scratching
And burnin'
Yeah
I saw guns
Tanks
Cannon
Cannon
Yeah
Tell me who's that writin'
John the Revelator
Tell me who's that writin'
John the Revelator
Who's that writin'
John the Revelator wrote the book of the Seven Seals
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Christ went down on Easter mornin'
Mary n' Martha went down to see
"Go tell my disciples, to meet me in Galilee"
Who's the writer?
They strike to kill and you know I will
You know I will
What do you sing on your drive home?
Do you see my face in the neighbor's lawn?
Does she smile?
Or does she mouth, "Fuck you forever"?
Every time you call me crazy
I get more crazy
What about that?
I'm the king of the Cannon County hills
"You look like Clara Bow
In this light, remarkable
All your life, did you know
You'd be picked like a rose?"
"I'm not trying to exaggerate
But I think I might die if it happened
Die if it happened to me
No one in my small town
Thought I'd see the lights of Manhattan"
"This town is fake but you're the real thing
Breath of fresh air through smoke rings
Take the glory, give everything
Promise to be dazzling"
"You look like Stevie Nicks
In '75, the hair and lips
Crowd goes wild, at our fingertips
Half moon shine, a full eclipse"
"I'm not trying to exaggerate
But I think I might die if I made it
Die if I made it
No one in my small town
Thought I'd need these suits in LA
They all wanna say"
"This town is fake but you're the real thing
Breath of fresh air through smoke rings
Take the glory, give everything
Promise to be dazzling
The crown is stained but you're the real queen
Flesh and blood amongst war machines
You're the new god we're worshipping
Promise to be dazzling"
Beauty is a beast that roars
Down on all fours, demanding more
Only when your girlish glow flickers just so
Do they let you know
It's hell on earth to be heavenly
Them's the breaks, they don't come gently
"You look like Taylor Swift
In this light, we're loving it
You've got edge, she never did
The future's bright, dazzling"
(Cannon, Cannon, Cannon)
Perfor County what up ... (tha aphiliates nigga holla at cha boy)
can't forget Mephis
...
When the boys get back and see how I'm doin',
They'll be sorry they left,
'Cause one can't keep on wooin'
And still be gone with the draft!
Okay
I know, I have a really big booty or a wooty
It just sticks out through my pajama pants
(Migos)
I'm fresh, I'm fresh
Well, well (Nick Canon, uh)
No, no (girl what you at? Woo)
Hey, ayy, ayy (woo)
Get it poppin', get it poppin' (get it poppin')
(Go, go, go, uh) Let's get it poppin'
(Migos, Nick Cannon)
Fo sho (uh)
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up (go)
I'm fresh to death, I need a ambulance
I like a bad Puerto Rican on a hand-stand
Never talk 'bout what she be wearin' up in the club
I'm talking 'bout what that bitch wearin' up in my room
(In my room)
Get it poppin' in them pajamas pants (pajama, pajama)
Get it poppin' in them pajamas pants (pajama, pajama)
(In my room)
Get it poppin' in them pajamas pants (poppin')
Get it poppin' in them pajamas pants
Tell 'em white girls to pop it (they poppin' it)
Tell 'em black girl to drop it (drop it)
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, do it again, don't stop it
Don't wanna see you in no skirt (don't wanna)
Don't wanna see you in no boxers (don't wana)
There's some ho's, there's some ho's, there's some ho's in this house
She came in the club with her friend
So now I'm fucking her friend (I'm fuckin')
You know how it go with them hating ass ho's
(Girl that's Nick Cannon n' them, Migos)
But don't believe the rumors (nah)
Them college girls are cougars (go)
They be creepin' in my room, tryna cut like Freddy Krueger
To them strippers I salute you
Church girls Hallelujah
Even got your Grandmama twerk, twerking out her bloomers
To the strippers I salute you
Church girls Hallelujah
Even got your Grandmama twerk, twerking out her bloomers
Future
I'm fresh to death, I need a ambulance
I like a bad Puerto Rican on a hand-stand
Never talk 'bout what she be wearin' up in the club
I'm talking 'bout what that bitch wearin' up in my room
(In my room)
Get it poppin' in them pajamas pants (pajama, pajama)
Get it poppin' in them pajamas pants (pajama, pajama)
(In my room)
Get it poppin' in them pajamas pants (poppin')
Get it poppin' in them pajamas pants
She pop, lock and drop it and shawty Korean
She twerking, she rollin', her body like Shakira
Migos, Nick Cannon we wildin' out (wildin' out)
Lil mama she bad, she standing out (standin' out)
Trap out the bando, I'm hiding out (trap)
She twerkin' and making that money for certain
She hit the bedroom and she squirtin'
Put it on me please!
All I asked for was a glass of punch
You see, I never really asked for much
I can't imagine what's going through your mind after such
A nasty breakup with that Latin hunk
Luis Miguel, Nick Cannon better back the fuck up
I'm not playin', I want her back, you punk
This is Hello Kitty bedspread, Satin Funk
Mixed with Egyptian, with a little rap and punk
Zapp and Eric Clapton, Shaft, Frank Zappa crunk
And yeah, baby, I want another crack at ya
You can beat me with any spatula that you want
I mean, I really want you bad, you cunt
Nick you had your fun
I've come to kick you in your sack of junk
Man, I could use a fresh batch of blood
So prepare your vernacular for Dracula acupuncture
Bagpipes from Baghdad
When will it ever cease?
[Verse 1 - Nick Cannon]
Shorty I, only got one night in town, tell me baby where you down
Bushes we won't beat around, bushes we just eat 'em now
Feeling yo Masqueno blouse, seven jean, Black and Lebanese
Head to her knees, please if you ever need a bachelor remember me
Just rock to the melody, I got you in bed wit me
I thought you would never leave
You want to name meLike A-merie
Know the chain freeze wrist be the same degrees
Tryna get lil' mami, in that thang of reese
Only getting in for free, if you came wit me
Cause I'ma grown man, not B2K
If I need a girlfriend, it won't be to-day
No, I'm NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body
Rock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadi
Me and Kels on ducati's, want to see you drop it shawty
Oh weee, tryna leave the club, wit a groupie
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Nick Cannon]
Ma I'm busy on tour, ma, you busy on the floor
Ma I'm feeling yo heels, them Christian Dior's
I'm like David Beckham, keep a mean shoe game
But like my favorite records, keep spinning them thangs
Let my hair grow, cause I was looking for a change
Shorty call me the Scare Crow, I'm looking for some brain
In "The Wiz", there it go, here it is, where the show
Cause through yo dress, I can see yo drawls
So shorty just shake it, make a round of applause
If you outta Hypnotic, 'nother round at the bar
And when we parking lot pimping, they surrounding the car
No, I'm NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body
Rock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadi
Me and Kels on ducatis, want to see you drop it shawty
Oh weee, tryna leave the club
Wit a groupie, wit a groupie
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Nick Cannon]
Mami, when we leave the club, leave wit us
You don't need ya car keys, we gon' fair in the bus
And the way you wear ya jeans, is means to cuss
So DAMN!
I remember long ago another starry night like this
In the firelight, Fernando
You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
They were closer now, Fernando
Every hour, every minute seemed to last eternally
I was so afraid, Fernando
We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die
And I'm not ashamed to say
The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry
There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though we never thought that we could lose
There's no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando
Now, we're old and grey, Fernando
Since many years I haven't seen a rifle in your hand
Can you hear the drums, Fernando?
So long, boy you can take my place
I've got my papers, I've got my pay
So pack my bags and I'll be on my way
To Yellow River
Put my gun down, the war is won
Fill my glass high, the time has come
I'm going back to the place that I love
Yellow River
Yellow River
Yellow River is in my mind and in my eyes
Yellow River
Yellow River is in my blood, it's the place I love
Got no time for explanations
Got no time to lose
Tomorrow night you'll find me sleeping underneath the moon
At Yellow River
Cannon fire lingers in my mind
I'm so glad that I'm still alive
And I've been gone for such a long time
From Yellow River
I remember the nights were cool
I can still see the water pool
And I remember the girl that I knew
From Yellow River
Let down my guard and tell the people how I feel a second?
Now I'm the model of a modern major general
The venerated Virginian veteran whose men are all
Lining up, to put me up on a pedestal
Writin' letters to relatives
Embellishin' my elegance and eloquence
But the elephant is in the room
The truth is in ya face when ya hear the British cannons go
Boom
Any hope of success is fleeting
How can I keep leading when the people I'm
Leading keep retreating?
[Intro]
Talk to your girl dog she down for you you just got to make sure you down for her
[Verse 1 (Nick Cannon)]
We was doin from day one a feeling that i couldn't escape from seems like a dream i don't want to await from a lot of things
that i can't get away from a lot of stress i just want to erase em you da reason why i'm hard at work you think my job is
chasin baller skirts i ain't got to search baby doll you're first see you got this touch that revolve to earth i know you
sweat when i'm out on tour i was max and maturable and adorable for a lot of balls to step from my hotel door couldn't even
recall what i go there for but i was much younger much dumber out of touch so i bring my less on the summer crazy amazingly
you forgave me turn around and say to me
[Chorus (Mary J.
I remember long ago another starry night like this
In the firelight, Fernando
You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
They were closer now, Fernando
Every hour, every minute seemed to last eternally
I was so afraid, Fernando
We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die
And I'm not ashamed to say
The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry
There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though we never thought that we could lose
There's no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando
Now, we're old and grey, Fernando
Since many years I haven't seen a rifle in your hand
Can you hear the drums, Fernando?
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Drug dealer, cap peeler, ho chose
Drug dealer, cap peeler, ten toes (8-808)
Drug dealer, cap peeler, ice froze (I knew we couldn't trust him)
Drug dealer, cap peeler
Ho chose my pimpin', I'm a real one
I'm with five thick strippers, they some lesbians
Yellow diamonds got this yellow bitch cross-eyed
You ain't down for the gang, you get crossed out
I'm a product of the trench, nigga, FOX 5
Sippin syrup, it can help when you traumatized
Richard Mille cost a mil', that's a multi
I got all this shit from growin' up on a hard time
Goyard, gold presidential bustdown
That's a gold twenty-four when it touch down
Drop the lo', up the score when they run down
Get in that mode, nigga, turn into a bloodhound
I'm on these Adderalls like Percs, nigga, I stay woke
Wavin' that bread around your head like a halo
Drinkin' on red got my cup sticky like Clay-Doh
Check out the barrel on that gun, look like a potato
Ho chose my pimpin', I'm a real one
I'm with five thick strippers, they some lesbians
Yellow diamonds got this yellow bitch cross-eyed
You ain't down for the gang, you get crossed out
Been a lil' menace to society, went on a grand theft
Went on a stain on my own, by my damn self
Three cellphones, see somethin' wrong, watch for antennas
She gave her mop in the Lam', it was outstandin'
I'm on my Freebandz shit, I'm a bandit
I'm off the Earth with this shit, another planet
I done went and blowed up on niggas like a cannon (Cannon)
Can I trust you?
Well, I'm the ghetto's answer to Trump
I'm cancer to the Hamptons
20 million a wop, ransackin' mansions
Increase the noise pollution
As soon as I land in
Don't even trust uppity white folks
Keep the cannon tuck
Niggas tryin' to lean on Jay
Shots gon' stand you up
Glocks gon' pop, y'all not understandin' much
I hustle for the duckets
Well, now I hustle for the rush
Like fuck it baby i just love it
Chicks now say they like the way I thug it
Since my album dropped
My stock grows like I went public
Ladies I love y'all
But I love my freedom more
I love my niggas, love to see them ball
I love Beans and Bleek
Them niggas like my Peter and Paul
My disciples
And that's right we comin' for the title
Do you believe?
Fresh, Big Daddy Kane
Snoop Dogg or Dram
Ain't no half-steppin' around these parts
Know your history, been had it, still got it
And we'll be here forever
Cannon, I see you (Cannon)
Generation Now
Gaza stripping
In my living room, Wolf Gang threw who?
I'm assuming mushrooms, I'm a necrolampoon
Not of Charles Mansoon, this fuck
Is ending soon, because I'm ejaculating
Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang
Boom, ba-boom, boom, ba-boom, boom, boom
Boom, ba-boom, boom, ba-boom
And the cannon goes
Boom, ba-boom, boom, ba-boom, boom, boom
Boom, ba-boom, boom, ba-boom
And we love, yeah we love
And we love, yeah we love
I'm sinking inside
Can we finally put our weapons down tonight?
Boom, ba-boom, boom, ba-boom, boom, boom
Boom, ba-boom, boom, ba-boom
And the cannon goes
Boom, ba-boom, boom, ba-boom, boom, boom
Boom, ba-boom, boom, ba-boom
And we love, yeah we love
And we love, yeah we love
I'm sinking inside
Can we finally put our weapons down tonight?
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