Lyrics:
bitches flock and they fall in a row now
John jones I go on a rampage aye
Bro sip the lean fuck the champagne aye
Mario bros in the same lane aye
Mario bros
unto him,
By what authority doest thou these things? and who gave thee this authority to do these things? And Jesus answered and said unto them, I will
beatin Mother Nature
Down to her knees
By makin more papers than trees
Niggas please - it's goin down
It's goin DOWWWN! (Uhh like this y'all)
(It's goin
on the seat
I walk around in the summertime saying, "How about this heat?"
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's
Uhh, Nolaboy, Trigga Thomas, wassam
9th ward, uptown, New Orleans shit
I know one thing, that you is my girl
I know one thing, that you is my world
Khaled, every time you know we gotta make 'em love it
And realize every thing is hotter when we touch it
[Chorus]
Ayo Khaled, let this shit breeze
the girl who lived next door
I've known her I guess 10 years or more
Joni wrote me a note one day
And this is what she had to say
Jimmy please say
2 Peter 2:20
Words by Bob Hartman
Music by Bob Hartman and John Elefante
There are things that look attractive
On the surface of despair
There are
unrighteousness according to 1 John 1:9
Father On this Miraculous Monday
I ask that your spirit will reveal my short comings in every area of my life
Your sheep
to feed the whole family tree
Keep on balling, till they injure me
Even after ain't no stopping me, cause it's John status how I'm living g'
Saw games we
One another
There's old dude standing on the corner
Waiting for a fox to pass
The only thing he's got to go by
Is this is where he saw her last
another
There's a old dude standin' on the corner
Waiting for a fox to pass
The only thing he's got to go by
Is this is where he saw her last
And there's
do like John and let it be
Poet's poet but you know that I was po' as Edgar be
Devil wanted my soul, but the soul resurrected me, on God
Live by
at these pictures, just so sloppy
Couldn't have been me, I do my shit like John Gotti
Feed the nigga to the sharks after dark
Man fuck this shit I thought
the tattoo by the waist
Let the MC search till I reach third base
And when I get home imma hit home plate
Wait would this be considered our first date
Yay this
be right by my side
And after all the things we did
And after all the things we said
I never want this night to end
I never want my light to end
And if
by the wall
"Wake up, wake up, the foe's inside!"
John is the first, who hear's the cries
"Wake up, wake up, the foe's insidel"
Everyone runs
This is Dipset, this is Kay Slay
We still grip techs, and spray AKs
Don't let it breze by, on the eastside
Throw up that E sign, we for the streets
by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Nigga I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?
Yeah
I'm posted in
wastes
Could you turn your back on all these things
I can't abide standing by like a witness to the end of the world
Mao Tse Tung took the fun right out
nearly make you cry when john ed sang "cowpoke"
Someday this road I travel, lord I will leave behind.
But memories of the things I've seen will never
of things growing
Up that might happen to
An animal on the farm before
It’s eaten by y’all
I had my eyelashes plucked
My wisdom teeth out
I broke my leg, but
ain't what it was If it's one of us, I'ma choose me
Did a lot of bad things, made me lose sleep You can take my biography and make a movie
This
a room that's a womb for this mess.
Sick boy, sick boy, bitten by a tick boy,
Tell me how it feels to be buried while you breathe,
Stones and sticks boy,
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