Lyrics:
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Typical
Honey, honey see me
Behind my Game Boy
I got game girl
It comes easy
Let go your shoulders
My popsicle it's so sweetsie
Turn
on the wheels, me on the m i see
Let's see we got a couple of new additions
We got come with a little somethin new at ya
We got little John on the d are you m
-PRODUCED BY ANG'GEON EMETREA
Bike horn blares
[ INTRO: Ang'Geon Emetrea ]
Holler at your boys causing static from the attic
Automatic
Oii, Let me
through the woods and he said this:
Little, little lad stop coming in my cave
I'm a big scary bear and I'll eat your fucking face,
Little little boy don't
momma,here I am at the top
And your little Johnny boy ain't ever gonna flop
I try to keep my face while I'm keeping up the pace
I'm livin' in the moment
all de ghetto yute dem around de world
All de man dem out here that just trying make a better life
For they self by any means necessary
'Cause man
when Ali clocked him
John Forte will keep you locked in
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The Mister who swift enough to knock you
the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine thru the window screen
John R and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed
With Thomas
and the legend himself, bro
Fly to the diamond, like Legend of Zelda
A decade of sorries, now all y'all welcome
My boy Youngbuck said I'm overly nice
Here's
Now I'm gettin' rich off his sip
Pick up my boys on the block and it's on
Slangin' dope by the drug-free zone
Straight gangsta mack
Keyes over keyes
shit, boy lay down I give you head
So I beat the doonies down, got her legs up by her head
But she told me slow it down, hold on sosa let me rest
So it
to get by
So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the needle
Tie a sock her arm and start shooting up the diesel
Had a flesh back, screwing some
a jungle boy
Mowgli, Tarzan, Wonder boy,
Black Panther boy,
Mr. Banders boy born in the
motherland I've begun the toy
around with the idea of
being a legend
come back and win by three
Alright!
I love it!
Fuck you guys!
Sorry, buddy...
Who's the new guy?
Oh, that's my friend John.
Hey John... sweet hat!
on the wheels, me on the m i see
Let's see we got a couple of new additions
We got come with a little somethin new at ya
We got little John on the d are you m
moved to Jers' so we could get a better life
But little did she know a ghetto is a ghetto
Good times found myself like Jimmie Walker sayin' "Cello"
moved to Jers' so we could get a better life
But little did she know a ghetto is a ghetto
Good times found myself like Jimmie Walker sayin' "Cello"
Made a diss track that shit was the bomb
Shoulda got a feature by the boy fucking John
Don't matter he training for the UFC
Shoutout Vince, Ivan, Adam
a very long time
Till the rain from heaven did fall,
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And that amazed them all.
They let him stand till midsummer
bein' hood-rich feels
Was a ghetto boy, now I ball out like Bushwick Bill
Finna take you out like an outro
Bruce Wayne and Alfred, look out, ho
good old boys and good old girls
Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world
Getting by on just a little
Out in the middle
and Ying Yang,
I know when kids rockin(?) used to beat the block, I lived in a little house boy,
And the block party would never stop, I remember when
'Cause the game could be detrimental to ya boy."
I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
to get by
So she reaches for her purse, grab the bag and the needle
Tie a sock her arm and start shooting up the diesel
Had a flesh back, screwing some
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