Lyrics:
wrong, strong arm
If I don't get (Chips) like Ponch and John
You get slapped like Dee Barnes
(Doctor), not Dre
And eating - but, I'm after the entree!
My
erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album
Y'all better fuck with this shit, I'm bout'a take you
Right place wrong time
Right place wrong time
Could have been nice
But it's only for one night
Could have been
Right place wrong time
I don't
wanna be thievin,
You ain't believing in yo self
You need to.get some act right,
You ain't abiding by the code,
What's wrong with you yo
What's yo
down i'm going down in style
Left with that sheepskin finished jacket, two hours later wandered by, whole place was gone empty bottles red brick wall
safe
If I catch you at the right time in the wrong place, slippin'
Sippin' on something with a strong taste
Like Whiskey or bootleg Bourbon with
A couple of cocktails'll send me to jail
There's a couple of cops hot on my trail
But this time, when I get pulled over
There's a Doberman Pinscher
Since she lost
The babies in her womb
By time that she was young
She got mad
Ever since
There’s something wrong
She hear them cry
Sing them
'n' pick up an ounce, but hold up, I gotta pee
Time to flee the scene, on this shopping spree, got that alien OG
Maybe stop at Chipotle get a bowl
pump the sound, and move your funky feet!
The times were hard and I was running
I could feel my chance was coming
Another time, another place
boy
Minus the law diploma
Revered by his dad
who tried to give the squeeze
Look out
Look out for John Cleese
A thing I bet you didn't know
to go?
I left this place a long time ago
I'm the lead in this dumb show
Call me John Doe
What's the right way to go?
What's the right way to go?
Extremism, lawlessness, violence, disease, joblessness, and hopelessness.
With unity we can do great things, important things. We can right wrongs, we can put
like John, the one who Jesus loves yea
And not John the one who loved Jesus
I lose time thinking you love me like a thesis
That I'm stuck in disbelief
eatin that swine
Don't go to the doctor so you never catch me in time
I done cause some strong men to lose they strength
Even cause some pretty women
Rest in heaven to Dr Charles Stanley and Dr John Fuller
Blessings to the real preachers and teachers out here
Trouble times trouble times he got me
the Word
In possession of His two natures
Yes according to the divinity
He literally can be in two places
Both at the same time
The Son is considered
of John Galt
Rewarded, slavened
Economic equations
Selfish to a fault
Things are never too wrong to right
Things are never too wrong to right
Never too
even come up in my lane
I remember the day felt hopeless
Now we up and they say that we owe
You know they need me right now
John Cena
You can't see me
Machine gun as we get the wrong one
Master Mark, Master Paul, mister Luke and John
If we like what we see we chance a situation
Nothing don't pay
And someone says
"You're in the wrong place
My friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
got for you don't come in pills
Fast forward a month or two of obedience
Had the right recipe wrong ingredients
Surface healed but my ways remained
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
I was raised in a time of regret and bad news (uh-huh)
So I was taught my values by bad dudes (uhh)
Hustlers and killers.. they taught me wrong
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