Lyrics:
Offense with them straps, you gon' need D
Want beef with the gang? You gon' need cheese
John Cena with them tints, you can't see me
Fuck the law, catch
cyphers dans l’autobus
Et on s’impose dans l’open house
« Hey vous êtes qui?!? »
Bof, les potes d’Untel
Ya des Mcs dans la place
Son c’est un cas de battle
funkdafied
Like Da Brat and Jermaine Dupri
Get me big houses Fancy cars
And iced out jewelry
Get it on my own you can't sell me dreams
Ain't no fooling me
and the wordplay
The whole world love to hear us say baby, ya heard me
What kind of city I can play at Le Bon Temps
End up at The John til the early morn'
What
I DO
Words by Eric W. Smith (ASCAP)
Music by John Beal (BMI)
Verse
As our lives come together
This true love will be
So strong a love for all
the pound
Club pay me ten thou'
Just to come stand on the couch
Send my niggas to your house
Wipe him out
He going run his mouth
Clear the back room
"Candyman, Candyman, spit me a dream
Blow a chunk of the levee out and spit me a stream
Knock a man's house down and build a casin-
A $2000 government check
Me and John rode out from ocean heading east
I had to see with my own eyes the factories
I'm buggin out
We've never strayed this far
Right out
keep it real or get John Doe'd
My hair stay nappy, stay bush, stay twist
My attitude is shitty, my hands stay fist
My house stay searched, my cars stay
a dream do you know what I mean
Goateed indeed, smart like John Steed
I'll steal your girlie and I'll steal your weed
I got so much flavor, I always
Well it sure didn't take too long
I woke up this morning she was gone
And the note that she wrote
Didn't say Dear John, just goodbye sucker I'm
is what I am
If you don't like what I am I don't give a damn
Black pecker's my title, john king is my idol
I'm havin thoughts that's suicidal, young
you that lost the will to live
[Verse 1]
Pissed on the motherfucking White House lawn
I threw a rock, then I ran
'Cause I couldn't stand anymore
TO THE MOUNTAIN GOATS
I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SAY I LOVE YOU
I COULD STAND TO LEARN A THING OR TWO FROM FROM JOHN DARNIELLE
WHEN A PROBLEM'S THIS ABSURD
YOU'VE GOTTA
tocando minha pele
Proporciona momentos propícios,
Gonzaga e Vinícius
No ragga, whine, house e vícios.
Só penso em Shine, Vibes
Pause.
Fico leve.
Me leve,
I should rock John Undercover for the whole summer
Pole with the scratched numbers (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
We wore Fear of Gods to the last
Where I live, housewives don't act like that
And the survivors are farmers in John Deere hats
Our amazin' race is beatin' the check
Prayin' that the bank
singing their fond notes so true
And the flowers they are springin' in the May morning dew
The house I was reared in is but a stone on a stone
And all
(Perfect)
Internet Money, nigga (yeah)
John (yeah, yeah)
Yo Cochise, ah weh dem ah seh?
Yeah, okay
Bullet, yeah what? Yeah, ok
Uh yeah, yeah
round the table
We're all 18 and able
Cause you got a 20
And I got a house key
And some warm beer
I've got a simple explanation
It's all the fault,
split
By some nigga she let in the house
I was 7 when I learned my first lesson bout sexing
From the magazine collection underneath the couch
I was 8
Pakistan pillin' rollin' like a yayo
Tha Ferrari with tha lake house
G4 I'm 'bout to take off
Don't let tha swag breakout that shit like disease
I be
Oh show me a home where the buffalo roam
And I'll show you a house full of dung...
For god's sake Ivor, did I spend three years at the Paris
(Drink)
Deed made the beat and I thought of west coastin (Yeah)
House party chillin smokin on that cali potent (Smoke)
But lets bring it back and talk about
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