Lyrics:
a cover, he's a quill
We're putting shit together like the house that John built on a hill
Cause this shit gonna feel like velvet turtle My style fits
to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh
These Irish eyes are smilin, I'm buckwhylin
The House of Pain is pumpin, start jumpin
Freak it, funk it, back
a spread, order drinks, henn on the rocks
Wintertime sport a fox, maybe a sable
Three-quarter length mink sound right for this occasion
Heard me john blazin,
Com quem discretamente se encontrava e se amavam
Abençoados por Frei Tuck e protegidos por Little John
Longe das vistas maliciosas
Do perigoso vilão
John and Mitchy were gettin' kind of itchy
Just to leave the folk music behind
Zal and Denny workin' for a penny
Tryin' to get a fish on the line
In
with a crease tom peeps burn to nucci, house full of hunnies
sportin' gucci, cuttin' coochie.
I'm the man girlfriend, luxury I swim macadocious
house, lento tipo pause
Foi aquela dose de codein na sprite
Preto rico sem neurose, tipo mickey mouse
Baby a lost cause, não gostou é tchauzin
Não
up the phone
I stepped out the house, smilin and grinnin
Sayin to myself, hot damn I'm winnin
[ CHORUS ]
Oh what shall I, what shall I, what shall I
wanna stay
In my car, so I can travel far
From that dead end road
And lonely house that I have come to know
I've been driving real slow
Takin' in all
jak John Wayne Gacy
Nasz DJ chowa poćwiartowane zwłoki w kejsy
Synu wierz mi nie masz żadnych szans
Wjeżdżamy na house brutalnie jak Mars
Stopa werbel
Yeah, that was my man Don Fu' representing LES
Still team in effect, holdin' it down
You know how we do on this side
P. Smith in the house, check it
the house, trouxe comigo mais 5
Área Vip, camarote, eu que patrocino
Invejoso olha lá de cima e fica de bico
Eu me afastei de quem não presta e foi sucesso
[Threat]
Who is this at my do'?
It's the three pigs with a two-by-fo'
They must be lookin for John Doe
Well anyway, motherfucker here I go
So catch
TREME BITCH
NESSA VIDA EU ME AMARRO
NA MINHA SUÍTE
TEM MAIS DE VINTE
UMA UTOPIA É O MEU QUARTO
SOU O JOHN CASH
FROM RIO DE JANEIRO
NO ESTÚDIO NÓS INVESTE
ARTILHEIRO JOGADOR REVELAÇÃO.
BOTAFOGO AGORA ESTÁ EM UMA NOVA GESTÃO, COM JOHN TEXTOR E COMPANHIA MONTANDO UMA SELEÇÃO.
Ô PULA PULA SAI DO CHÃO, Ô PULA PULA
These bitches only love you if you Trap or if you ball
I tried to hoop like steph, the trap was jumping like John wall
Niggas claim to be ya brother
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we
O QUE É PRECISO DIZER? (SAY)
(John Mayer - versão: Rafael Lima)
(c) Aware Records LLC.
Tome sua dignidade
O que sobrou do seu erro
Reconheça
Livin' with the whites, one big house
And not another nigga in sight
I started off with too much cargo
Dropped four niggas now I'm makin' all the dough
O QUE É PRECISO DIZER? (SAY)
(John Mayer - versão: Rafael Lima)
(c) Aware Records LLC.
Tome sua dignidade
O que sobrou do seu erro
Reconheça
they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99
Well, the city supplied a public defender but the judge was Mean John Brown
He came into the courtroom and stared
shit now
Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house
Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man
Whassup?
Wait a minute?
There are
Rockin' the house, y'all
Got a rhythm to make ya
Want to keep on rockin'
Keep on rockin', keep on rockin'
Keep on rockin'
Now all the girls agree
There's
forever, Drag-O
Rama kickin' in, no say never
[Chorus: x2]
Scrimshaw motherfucker bazooka 5-star cat a
Howlin', Kitten got a whip but no escape
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