Lyrics:
in school
Shot a Q to Patrick, pick up Paige from school
I ain't happy, plus my mind is breaking too
Looking in the window's of Frank Johnson's
a little food on too
You could ask the Joneses, I could ask the Thompsons
Stuart from the store and don't forget the Johnsons
And what about the man who
'Cause me and my clique we don't give a fuck nigga (we don't give a fuck nigga)
Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil' Jon
Let's go, let's go
If you
be aight, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
'cause me and my clique we don't give a f*** n****.
Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon
[Hook:]
Lets
'Cause me and my clique we don't give a fuck nigga (we don't give a fuck nigga)
Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil' Jon
Let's go, let's go
If you
I want to take you down to the side of the city
Where the sun doesn't shine and the moon isn't pretty
The slow train crawls in the nights
a wanted man in Buffalo
I'm a wanted man in Kansas City,
I'm a wanted man in Ohio
I'm a wanted man in Mississippi,
They want me in old Cheyenne
Wherever you
right
I had to take a chance
Leave the city on my diddy tryna make a band
Young nigga Got the world in my hands
Lil fish in a big pond
Pissed cuz I
This song explains how the artist feels…
Don't know how I feel for real
Driving down the city in a brand new Dodge
Not evade, I'm talking hemi,
dark
My party full of n***as with an iron like Stark
I learned how to ball as yute at the arc uh
Dwayne Johnson, we came up from the rock
I put the fear
in a thousand hours now we getting paid off
About to bust in your house, kick back on your couch like I'm Rick James Johnson
Now a days I feel like I
Magic Johnson
I mmmm… time, man
I never rap to find the gas
I know the fans is kinda mad
No "Bow! Bow!" or loud sounds -
I guess my conscious timing bad
I been just playin all the cards I was dealt
Man my city ain't give me no options
I get litty with chicks that be showing me titties
And saying I'm
while I'm workin
Nine to nine Motown legend, what they callin' me
Step up in the city, groupie bitches just surroundin' me
It's been a minute, just let
the clouds
Deep in thought
Mind your hours
Provoking the truth
Like Umar Johnson in hidden colors
Yeah
Putting nails in our coffins
We empty souls
Moving
you could live with me, ask Magic Johnson
I enter your body with only one assumed mission
That's only to break down your immune system
Become sick
helps me get over
The sweetest sounds I ever heard, my joy, my life, my music
I'm from a small city, but I have big dreams
Had some good ideas, but I had
They leave the city behind us
Straight out of Compton
You need a compass to find us
Waters that blue when people
Called me "your highness" prince
Tim Johnson, Mr. 305
Remix, Nicole
De los Pussycat Dolls, ¿cómo?
Mami, tú estás como el bistec a la plancha
Tú sabes cómo, pshh
Ooh what you
her
Tonight she let her hair hang down
She's up there singin' "Funky Town"
Barry came down from New York City
He's singing "In Color" and it isn't
city
I'm a top boy, tell 'em get up with me, yeah (get up with me)
Anywhere, any day, andale
I'ma have me about a few killers with me, yeah (a few
waitin' in the hood for so long (so long)
For some niggas to stand up in here
We some soldiers and we have no fear
Mrs. Catherin Johnson was murdered
were wrong
Many more than one hundred and
Forty-four will come along
Could this be the end of time man of my city
Many artist beg for they shine
on the farm
You can have a lot of fun in a New York minute
But there's some things you can do outside those city limits
Ain't no closing time, ain't no
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