Lyrics:
Anybody got any special requests for us to do
John Henry?
Lemme do John Henry then and we'll go...
Johnny Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He
I ain't pushing u
Im shoving myself
Trynna keep up wit my pivotal
I am
A beast on a leash
America hated on me
If I make it all by myself
They can't
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
gunman john Wick, baow man!
All black, one gunman john Wick (John Wick)
When them niggas killed my dawg Pistol P
A nigga turned into John Wick (Pistol)
I
killed John Henry,
I'm gonna leave that allowing up to you,
Well, was he killed by hard work or was he killed by bad women
Be sure that this ain't
John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was 3 and I was two
Grew up two little houses down from me
The only bad apples on our family tree
Kinda
and a gangsta
Gangsta groove and rich, rollin' a cube, and boss up, nigga
Who want want with Sean "Puff" Da Don
Dutch Don Juon with Sean Don, I'm Sean John
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
that dough like Pappa John’s, ‘cause I’m the don.
So throw some cheese up.
Snoopy told you “G’s up.”
Dominic feels, like he’s vomiting pills, throwing
another drug to juggle;
another day, another struggle
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock
right out of those woods
Old Dillon had a million tales but he sung me one refrain
And I recall that song by John Dillon James
One July Monday morning
of this pain
If I could change to liquid
I could fill the cracks up in the rocks
I know that I am solid
And I am my own bad luck
Outside John
Your phone call took me by surprise
Gee its been a long, long time
Since those hot and humid Texas nights
We went swimmin' in the tide
Corpus
a fucking drive-by
Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac
Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack
Master P in the passenger seat getting
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
of this pain
If I could change to liquid
I could fill the cracks up in the rocks
I know that I am solid
And I am my own bad luck
Outside John
had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
There he go that's John Doe
There he go that's John Doe
There he go that's John Doe
And I'm still whipping up a kilo
[Chorus]
There he go
The heat-as in the two-seat-as, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P-Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank the crook
Let's take your car and mess around at the park all day
The parachutes at Riverview Park will shake us up all day
And Disneyland and p.o.p. is worth
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