Lyrics:
The thirteenth son of Erin, will put you on yer arse
The devil don’t fuck with the Irish no more, since they tore his house apart
Good morning Mister Casey, who
you high like heaven, and Lord
Have mercy if they knew where they were gettin' that holy water
Well, the deacons pulled up to his house in a truck
Johnson
John Lee Hooker
T-Bone Walker
Junior Wells
Elmore James
Big Maybelle
B.B. King
Bessie Smith
Robert Johnson
Otis Spann
Sonny Boy II
Magic Sam
A big
a boss, I'm like John Gotti
Don't got no time to get him paid this ain't House Party
Sticks and stones break bones, they threw rocks at me
The concrete
Babyface Nelson
Joey Zaza
Charlie Luciano
Josh Delinger
Boss Maranzano
Nino Brown
John Gotti
Izinja zaphum'ejele zenz'icala same time
Steve Biko
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
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
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
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
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
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,
(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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
my mouth
I got cigarette holes on my couch, on my clothes
Cigarette burns in my house on the floor
Doing a head nod pushing my whip through the streets
Niggas bendin in two's while y'all watch the news
John Walsh, wash me up, you're crazy
Havin my face captured 180
Can't go there, ain't havin that, man,
hear the clink of chains
Some boys are shouting out the Avenida
Magnolia they can even spell your name right
I'm gonna meet you at Napoleon House
I'm
wrist so much I spent a house deposit on it.
Vomit and then I drink more wine,
Then I broke a bowl and hope the Hospital gives me morphine.
How do
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