Lyrics:
Wayne, John Wayne
We don't know what to do
We sure could use a hand
We're being overran by criminals
And contraband
And former Taliban
Their chief he has
Write a little save-a-hoe speech all these fake-ass hoes
Fake punk-ass bitches
Do you know what i mean?
Fuckin'em up like this, man...
$hort
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
(Mello made it right)
(Great John on the beat by the way)
You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang in my city is sick
Say she love me,
is such a disgrace
Oh what can I do
To be understood by you
Perhaps for some money
I could talk like a bee dripping honey.
by
You never get it back
So live every minute
Like it was your last
And just dance (dance), mm
Come on play (play)
And tell somebody you love
it, but it's cool to fantasize (It's cool)
Just like I do by old girl and these hands of mine (Woah)
Gripping on the titties, ass, and her thighs (Oh
niggas praise Yukons and getting paid
Its goin' take a lot more than coupons to get us saved
Like it take a lot more than du-rags to get you waves
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
he gets out of hand
But he looks like John Travolta
Oh, oh, oh, Sam
Oh, oh, oh, Sam
Oh, oh, oh, Sam
You're my main man
Oh, oh, oh, Sam, la
You
Oooooooooooooooh
I like them girls with the tight black skin, dark and fine
that's the kind of girl I want to play with tonight
I want to do some nasty thangs,
Can the church say Amen? (Amen reverend)
We gon' do another off in right now
We gon' do another one in fifteen minutes
And we gon' do one mo',
ain't that shit by now I'm soon to be
When I choke hold mics I
Don't give'em room to breathe
I'm just doing me
But girl if you're fine I'll do you free
By
Words and music by John Kay, Rocket Ritchotte and Michael Wilk
You know what I want and I know what you like
We know when it feels good
We know
playing John Wesley Harden
Who looked just like Billy Cardon's
Answer to choo-choo
it
And later on by himself, he exploded
He exploded, he exploded
Jimmy's in the john, why is Jimmy in the john everyday?
Her thoughts were crazy
Every day's a holiday in Mr. Moody's Garden
Where little girls say pardon and how do
You do my name is Nosey
And this is me sister really (really)
the funk's gone
There's funk in everything you do so don't be stupid
You might imagine me funky though like Cupid
What is this? This is a tribute to the Mob
Hail the new puritan
Maelstrom, cook one
And all hard-core fiends
Will die by me
And all decadent sins
Will reap discipline
New puritan
back in the day
My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser and a jammy tackle
By a neighbor with
Son
Well now me and Homer and Big John Talley
Had a big crap game goin' back in the alley
And I kept rollin' them sevens and winnin' all them
Words and music by John Kay and Michael Wilk
Got nothin' more to show ya, there ain't no more to say
You know the mess we made, it just will not go
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
[Verse 1 (Gabrielle, Eddie be and Josh)]
I never imagined someone could make me feel
Like I'm falling so deep I wanna believe it's real
Have you
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